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“Fuck yes!" Mickey jumped up and spiked the ball on the ground. Another touchdown. No fuckin surprise there. He wiped his brow with his jersey. It was hot as balls out, he needed a fuckin drink. Where was that stupid prick with the towels and Gatorade? The kid had one fuckin job. He looked over to the bleachers where Robin, Roger, Reggie..fuck if he knows usually had the cooler set up but instead he saw a lanky redhead filling up the dixie cups. His hair was combed but the rest of his attire looked like it came straight from a bag at the goodwill. "Yo," he elbowed his friend Brett in the side, "Who's the new kid?"

Brett laughed,  "That's Ian Gallagher. He's what white trash calls garbage if you know what I'm saying."

Mickey scanned over the boy again taking in the way his worn-out shirt still managed to show off a little bit of his thin figure, enough to make him wonder what was underneath,  "Maybe I should go introduce myself, let the kid know who runs this team since he's new and all."

Brett bunched up his nose and shook his head, "I wouldn't unless you want to catch somethin. My sister told me she saw his sister in line at the food bank."

Now he was confused. Brett’s dad worked for IBM, everything in their house name brand. His sister’s cat had a diamond studded collar for fuck's sake. "What's Nessa doin at the food bank?"

"It's one of her charity projects. You know the whole we're all connected, bleeding heart bullshit."

Yeah, he knew that circuit. It was filled with droves of people who spewed fake kindness and smiled bright smiles when behind closed doors they drowned their sorrows in a bottle until their children locked their doors or never came home. People thought money bought happiness when really it just bought a false sense of reality. He should know. His parents made him go to fundraisers all the time where they would donate thousands of dollars and they were two of the nastiest people he’d ever met. He cleared his throat and licked his lips, "As I said, let's make sure the kid knows his place."

He walked over to the table where the young redheaded boy was standing and leaned against it, "Gallagher, right?" Ian turned and looked at him. Before all he saw was his silhouette but his green eyes were haunting and filled with a mixture of despair and what almost looked like contempt. His heart thumped against his chest as he stood there eyeing the boy.

"Here." Ian broke the silence shoving a towel at him, his voice thick with boredom. "You want blue or green?"

He laughed at the boy. The kid did not want to be out here with them, and it was evident by the vacant look in his eyes. He wondered how he got stuck on waterboy duty.  It didn’t really matter, to be honest, he was still beneath him, and he needed a reminder of the food chain. "Neither," he said taking his towel and flicking it across the table. There was a loud snap and the cups went falling to the ground. "I want red. That's my favorite flavor." Ian glared at him then knelt down in the grass to gather the plastic cups. "I suggest you remember that this is my team and I always get what I want." He knelt down so he could stare into those green eyes again, "Always."

“Let’s go, Captain. We’re hungry, leave the kid alone.”

He turned to Brett then back to Ian as he stood up, “Next time have the red kind got it.” He walked over to his friend, “You see the look on his face when those cups spilled? Now he knows who is in charge.” He glanced back over at the boy who was angrily stacking empty cups on the table, “Aye, Gallagher,” Ian looked up at him, “Don’t forget” he winked, “Always.”

***

“We should go through the drive-thru,” he said with an evil laugh “that way we can get our shit for free cause you know they’ll fuck it up.”

Mandy punched the back of his seat. “Watch it, bitch, this is leather. I don’t need your talons tearin it up”

“You really that cheap Mickey? It’s McDonald's, we could buy everythin on the menu and it wouldn’t make a dent.”

“So?”

“So fuckin park douchebag. I have to pee anyways.”

Brett laughed and looked behind at his sister “You always have to pee Mandy”

“Was I talkin to you paperboy? No, I was talkin to my brother. Park the car!”

“Want me to park the car fine.” He sped up on the gas through the parking lot.

“Jesus Mickey you’re gonna hit, someone.”

“Nope I'm gonna..” he turned the wheel quickly and hit the brake at just the right moment so he slid into 3 parking spaces. “There, cars parked let’s do this.”

“Really dude, you can’t park like that.” Brett crossed his arms and studied his Tokyo drifting skills, “That’s a dick move even for you.”

Mickey bunched up his face looking at his friend than over to his sister. “I'm sorry did I miss the memo this mornin puttin you two in charge?”

“I just think..”

“What was that?” He walked up to his friend looking him square in the eye. Brett glanced away and he laughed “that's what I fuckin thought.” He looked behind the brunette to his teammates James, and Duncan, “anything?” The football players all shook their head no. “Alright then let’s fuckin eat. I’m starvin.”

He pulled open the door tossing it back, his entourage following behind him. They were sheep. Duncan was tall, dark skin and built like a tank, James was the complete opposite. The kid looked like he belonged in mathletes with his red plastic glasses and his spiky brown hair.  Then there was Brett. He was the best of the worst. None of them were actually his friends but he’d known Brett since grade school. Their parents met at a church function and hit it off. Since then, every summer their two families would go on vacation together. From the outside, they looked like best friends but both of them knew the truth. No one liked him, not really. They feared him. He could be…..a little crazy. That’s what a shit ton of money and too much time on your hands' breeds. He liked what he liked when he wanted it. No questions. Get with it or get the fuck out.

They all clamored over to a booth towards the back, Brett and James started to shove each other and Duncan plopped down sticking his feet up on the table.

“Can you not?” Mandy picked up the boy shoe with a scrunched nose letting it drop to the floor. She looked over at him and folded her arms. “Can you control your hoard please!”

“Aww, they’re just havin fun Mandy, don’t be so uptight.” He looked around the room, “Not like this place has any standards any fuckin way. I say we drop a cherry bomb in the shitter before we leave.”

“Fuck yeah!” Brett and James high-fived then reached out to give him a high-five.

His stomach grumbled..oh yeah. Food. “Aye idiots, what do you want?”

“Whoppers,” Brett shouted and Duncan and James cheered loudly behind him.

“That’s Burger king you morons” Mandy rolled her eyes. “Get me the number 4 with a sweet tea, I’m gonna use the restroom.”

“Sexy,” Duncan leaned back and whistled as his sister rose from the table.

He reached into his pocket and grabbed his pocket knife. He flicked it open and stuck down in the table forcefully in front of his friend, “You wanna fuckin keep your eyes then take em off my sister got it?”

“Whatever man, chill.”

His eyes went wide and he rubbed at his nose.

“Mick, Mickey, bro” Brett stood up and pulled the knife from the table folding it closed. “You need to eat some fuckin food man. You’re gettin to agro” his friend looked towards the front, “Hey...isn’t that the shrimp from practice?”

“What? Who?” He turned to follow his friends' gaze and landed on red hair and green eyes. There was a fake smile painted on freckled skin as his new waterboy handed people their drinks. He licked his lips, “Sure is. Wait here.”

“What are you doin?” James scooted to the end of the booth, “Who is that kid?”

“That my friends, is my boyfriend to be...aint he beautiful?”

“WHAT? No way dude Gallagher gross.” Brett touched his shoulder, “You can do better.”

He stared at the boy studying as his hands typed on the screen and how he brushed the stray strands of red hair behind his ear. He could sit and watch him all day. He was miserable yet graceful in his movements, just like he was on the field.

“Mickey!”

He turned to see his sister scowling at him. “You haven’t even ordered yet? UGH! You know I haven't eaten since breakfast!”

He laughed, “Really? Cock don't count as food?”

“Fuck off” She punched his shoulder hard then sat down on the edge of the table. “What’s the holdup?”

“Mickey’s got a crush on the cashier” Duncan blurted.

“OH. MY. GOD” Mandy jumped up and grabbed his shoulders hanging off of him, “Spill asshole, which one?”

He took in a deep breath annoyed by this turn of events. They weren't gonna fuckin drop it though so why hide it. “The redhead. Gallagher.”

“Then go order us some food and ask that cutie if he’s got some fries with that shake” Mandy laughed and squeezed his shoulders.

“Or or” James stood up “You’re lucky I haven’t eaten yet because you can be my Happy Meal.”

“Nice” Brett high-fived James.

He shrugged his sister off his shoulders and pushed away from his friends, “Can you all fuck off.” He straightened his shirt, “I don’t need your shitty pickup lines. I got charm. Watch and learn.”

He walked over to the line and waited until finally, he was at the counter.

Ian looked up and the smile he had faltered before finding its place once again on what looked like pillow soft lips. “Welcome to McDonald's may I take your order?”

He leaned against the counter, “Didn’t know you worked here Gallagher. They hirin from daycares now?”

Ian rolled his eyes but kept smiling, “What can I get for you today. We have a special 3 cookies for 1$.”

He stood up, “I’m just fuckin with you kid, you’re what a sophomore?”

“Freshman.”

“Oh yeah? How’d you get stuck with waterboy duty? You piss off Coach Byers or somethin.”

Ian glanced away then back to him, “Why are you talkin to me? Your friends can see you. Just order please I have a line.”

“Fine. I’ll do both. Gimme a number 4”

“Small, medium or large?”

“You’re kinda cute when you’re upset. Your nose bunches a little..”

Ian breathed in deep then pinched the bridge of his nose, “I’m just gonna say medium. What else?”

“4 Big Mac meals...medium.”

“Thank you. What else?”

“How about your number?” He leaned down and looked up at the boy, “It’s not on the menu but I want it anyways.”

Ian laughed lightly and clicked his tongue, “Did you forget what happened at practice? You were a prick.”

“That” he stood up straight, “That was just for show. This aint.. You and I both no I can do better but I want you.”

Ian’s eyes went wide and he realized quickly he put his foot in his mouth. “That’s not…”

“Anythin else Sir?”

“Ian I didn’t mean it that way. Let’s start over”

“26.19$”

“Gallagher come on.”

“Cash or card.”

Why was he apologizing to a fucking freshman. He didn’t apologize.”He narrowed his eyes, “You know what?” he turned to the rest of the line there were about 6 people. Enough to cause some damage on the understaffed establishment, “Shits on me. Order whatever you want.” He turned back to Ian and threw down 200$. “Keep the change.”

***

Ian watched as the Senior walked away and joined the table in the back. The football players high fived Mickey then they sat there and watched with smirks on their faces as he took the largest order he’d ever seen. Mickey was such an asshole.

Why would the guy want his number in the first place? He was a Gallagher. People like Mickey and his circle usually avoided the middle class like the plague so his South Side roots and hand me down clothes made him like a leper. Even to kids that weren't rich.

He didn't mind being poor. He was happy. They may have to struggle to keep food on the table and the heat on but he had his family. His sister was the Assistant manager which was the only reason he got the job at 15 instead of 16. Thankfully she was off today or she would have something to say about his conversation at the register especially because of what proceeded.

Don't get him wrong 200$ in orders was great but not all at once with 3 people. One on the line, one on the front and one on the drive thru. That ship sank fast. By the time the rush died down Mickey and his goons had left. He still couldn't wrap his brain over what happened. The only thing that even remotely made sense was that it was a prank. Some kind of hazing. He knew Roland quit because he was being bullied but he was kind of gross. The guy had BAD personal hygiene and his hands were always sweaty. He didn’t want to be a stupid waterboy. He may have gotten into some trouble as Mickey said and it landed him the gig. How was he supposed to know that calling the history teacher out on the way she described the civil war would land him on the football field? The dots didn’t connect. Unless you take into account Ms. Adams is secretly dating Mr. Byers. Everyone knew it but no one said anything. How else would he go from a warning to the principal requesting he take on this responsibility? He didn’t even like football. The only cool thing was along with the water boy duties he was helping the Coach keep the gym clean and organized. He was going to talk to his guidance counselor about how to utilize this punishment for his college application.

His shift finally came to a close and by then the thought of a free burger made his stomach turn. One could only eat so much Mcdonalds. He would just go home and throw something together like he did every night. He had a test to study for but it was math and he rarely needed more than an hour of studying. He was tired and not looking forward to the L ride home. He grabbed his phone and slipped on his hoodie before turning to his friends. “Later Tara, Joey. See you tomorrow.”

“Peace out dude,” Joey gave him a salute and Tara still talking into her drive-thru headset gave him a short wave.

He filled up a cup with Dr. pepper then headed out the door.

“Yo Gallagher!”

He looked up to see Mickey sitting on the trunk of his car smoking a cigarette, his friends standing around him. He rolled his eyes and kept walking. He heard a thump then footsteps. He turned around to see Mickey inches from his face. He took several steps back. Were they going to beat him up at his work? What a dick move. “What do you want Mickey? Didn’t you do enough damage earlier?” That reminded him. He pulled out the 0.30 change and dropped it on the asphalt. “Here’s your change, I’m good.”

Mickey looked at him with wide eyes, a grin spreading across his face, “You a tough guy Gallagher hm?”

He knew it. Fuck. “4 against one Milkovich? Not a fair fight. Who’s really the weak one?”

Mickey laughed and looked behind him at his friends then back to him, “Who said anythin about fightin kid?”

He scratched at his neck and chewed on his lip, “Soo why are you here? What do you want?”

Mickey smiled then walked over to him and snatched his backpack.

“Hey give that back!”

“Relax Kitten put away the claws.” Mickey turned and tossed his backpack to a tall skinny boy with red glasses. “It looked heavy.”

“It wasn’t.”

“Let me give you a ride. It’s gettin late. You hungry?”

Mickey walked up to him and brushed his hair from his eyes, the contact caused his body to stiffen. He was in his bubble but his eyes were…”Y..yeah sure.” he cleared his throat and stepped back again, “Thanks.”

“Sure thing.”

He started to walk over to the car then came back to reality. Mickey was an asshole. A rich, attractive, well built…..no. he was a dick. “Actually if I could get my bag back I’m just gonna take the train.”

“You heard him Mickey” a Blonde boy with green eyes called from the passenger seat, “We been waitin 4 fuckin hours!”

What? Did he really? “You waited for me?”

Mickey shifted from foot to foot, he almost looked nervous, embarrassed..maybe both. “Yeah so. Woulda waited four more. I never got your number.”

Ok. Now it was his turn to be nervous. The blue in Mickey’s eyes twinkled and the boyish grin on his face was starting to make his heart beat fast. His cheeks warmed and he folded his arms, “What made you think I would give it to you after that stunt you pulled. You know how shitty it is for 3 people to prepare that much food?”

Mickey shrugged, “You know how borin it is to sit around with these idiots for four fuckin hours waitin for someone to tell you to piss off but you do it anyway?”

He laughed, “I never said piss off.”

“So I can have you’re number?”

He rolled his eyes then gestering to the car, “Can I have my stuff?”

“That depends..” Mickey walked back over to the where his friends were standing and grabbed his book bag. “Dinner.”

“You can’t be serious.”

Mickey cocked a brow then held his bag hostage behind his back, “Dinner and a ride home in exchange for your precious backpack.”

He looked around. Where were the cameras? This had to be a set up of some sort. He gathered his nerves and walked up to the car, “Why?”

“Cause I like you. Plus...you’re part of the team now, right boys?”

“Right” The 3 jocks echoed.

“Fine. Dinner but then straight home.” He walked over to the passenger seat where a brunette that looked just like Mickey was sitting. “My bad I’ll sit in bac..”

“Move bitch.”

“Fuck you, Mickey. I sat in the back last time.”

Mickey climbed in his car and turned it on then turned and stared at his sister a look that made his skin crawl. “MOVE!”

“You’re such an ASSHOLE!” The girl screamed then jumped into the backseat.

Mickey pushed open the door and patted the seat looking up at him, “Hop in.”

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Green eyes glanced at him then back out the window. How cute, he was shy. Mickey was used to people being nervous, or intimidated by him but the coy shyness was refreshing. He knew he should probably just take the freshman home, he was younger than him and he would  never be able to hang with his crowd but that only made him want his company even more. 

“What do you wanna eat Gallagher? We can have whatever you like.”

“Uh..” Ian turned to him and shrugged his shoulders. “Pizza maybe. I..I don’t care really. You can just take me home. My sister should be makin somethin..”

He laughed and tapped his fingers against the steering wheel? “You can save the Top Ramen for another night. Deals a deal,” he clicked his tongue “So...Italian then?”

“Sure.”

He leaned over close enough that Ian shifted in his seat. He liked that. He looked up and raised a brow, “Don’t be so jumpy kitten. I won’t bite.”

“He’s lyin” Brett called from the backseat. “He bites pretty fucking hard.” There was a loud thud, “Ow!” Brett turned to Mandy. “What was that?”

Mandy scoffed and pinched the bridge of her nose, “Leave them alone moron. Can’t you see their havin a moment?”

“Mandy” Mickey snapped. “Shut it.” He looked over at Ian who was fiddling with his hands, his eyes glued straightforward as he chewed on his bottom lip.  “Sorry Gallagher, just ignore them. They’re all stupid.”

“It’s ok.” Ian tossed him a weak smile and it pained him to look back at the road but a car crash didn’t make for a romantic date.  He wanted to lose himself in green fields. Even if Ian’s  gaze revealed he wasn’t in the moment. He wanted to draw him back and ease his confusion with soft kisses. He scanned the rearview mirror and berated himself. He shouldn’t have waited with his friends. He should’ve come back alone. How was he supposed to seduce Ian with his merry band of idiots following, not to mention the Queen B. “Yo, they still havin that party at Sunnys?”

“Yeah, Tanya told me they were pulling an all nighter” James pulled out his phone, “I got the directions if you want to head over.”

“Wait? Party?” Ian grabbed his backpack from the floor pulling it into his lap, “You’re dropping me off first right? After dinner. I don’t even need...I have real food at my house despite popular belief, I don’t live on Ramen and TV dinners.”

“Nah Gallagher chill.” He reached out and set his hand on Ian’s leg. “I aint takin you there.”

“You’re not?”

“I mean if you wanna go we can but I was thinkin about unloadin my baggage then you and me can get some grub and maybe smoke up.” He raised a brow “You smoke right?”

“Yeah I smoke.”

He slapped Ian’s leg with satisfaction, “Great, that settles it then.” 

He turned on the stereo and let the music replace the conversation. Soon it would just be him and Ian. Maybe he could get a kiss by the end of the night.

**

Ian looked over the menu then across the table to his date. Was this a date? No, this was just dinner. MIckey Milkovich was a tool and he was older than him. Just dinner. A fancy dinner with bread sticks and fancy glasses. “What’s scampi?”

Mickey glanced up from his menu and smiled. His teeth were pearly white. Weird that he noticed that but it was important to him. If he was going to be kissing someone they couldn’t have stank breath. Not that he was going to be kissing anyone, especially Mickey. 

“The shrimp scampi here is to die for. Means sauteed in butter and garlic and topped with breadcrumbs. Fuckin tasty. We should get that and the lobster ravioli. You had lobster before Kitten?”

He rolled his eyes and set down his menu. What was with the sudden pet name and kitten? How demeaning. “Don’t call me that. I’m not some weak helpless creature.” He folded his arms, “I have a name so use it.”

“Reow,” Mickey clawed at the air. “But why when Kitten fits you so much better. Not sayin you’re weak Gallagher, opposite actually. You’re feisty. You speak what's on your mind.”

“Yeah well I was raised that way. Got a problem with it, then take me home.”

Mickey laughed and extended his hand across the table gently running the pads of his fingers over the top of Ian’s hand causing his freckled skin to breakout in a blanket of goosebumps, “Put the claws away. I just wanna get to know you. That so awful?” He was annoyed this kid kept wanting to leave especially when he was ready to drop some serious money on this dinner. He sat back slowly drawing his hand away. “Gimme 10 minutes. You really wanna go then I’ll take you home.”

“Fine. Tell me this Milkovich, why do you have to be such an asshole?” Ian cocked his brow, “You walk around like you own the place just because you have a little money.”

Mickey laughed and rubbed at his nose, “I have a lot of fuckin money Kitten, a lot.”

“Good for you.” Ian clicked his tongue, “Money might be able to buy you material things Mickey but it will never buy you happiness.”

Mickey stared in awe at the boy before him, he was so forward and to the point. It rubbed him in just the right way. A part of him wanted to tell him to shut the fuck up but a bigger part wanted to say.. “And? What is happiness hm? I got a mansion. A sports car and a fuckin black card. What do you have?”

Ian shook his head and sucked his bottom lip through his teeth as he pondered the many ways he could answer Mickeys question. “I have my family and a home now..”

“Now?” He sucked in his lip and raised a brow. “What do you mean by now?”

Ian cleared his throat and suddenly all the confidence he had prior was slowly being stripped away and little by little shame crept in. “Nothing I’m just saying that I have love and people..”

He thought the freshman was trying to ditch him again. It’s not a feeling he liked but he could tell that wasn’t it because of the way Ian’s demeanor changed. “Nah Kitten back up. We’re gettin to know each other here. What are you hidin from me? You been homeless or somethin?” he said jokingly. Ian immediately averted his gaze and he realized he was onto something. He felt like a dick. “My bad. I didn’t know. It’s um..”

“Don’t pretend Mickey.” Ian looked up, meeting the brunette's crystal stare. “Yeah I’ve been homeless. Up until 6 months ago we lived in a motel, before that we lived with some friends. It’s just what it is. We have a house now with me workin and my sister movin to full time. Unlike you, my dad’s a piece of shit who spends all our money on drugs and alcohol instead of food and rent.” He stood up, “For the cost of what you wanna order I could feed my family for a week. You take this all for granted and then you pick on those less fortunate than you, or...or”

Mickey stared mesmerized, “Or what?”

Ian let out a deep sigh and sat back down, setting his hands in his lap “Or you treat them like a charity case.” He locked eyes with the senior, “I don’t need or want your pity.”

“Trust me Kitten I don’t see you like a charity case, or a pet project or whatever. This aint a fuckin romantic comedy. Nobody dared me to ask you out. I wanted to.” He nudged Ian’s foot with his own. “Don’t care whether you have a house or not.”

“I have a house.”

“Yeah but it don’t matter to me. My house is always empty. Like you said, that shit don’t make a home.” He pulled his foot back, “People do.” He reached for his Italian soda. “So you want the scampi or what?”

That was different. Mickey showed genuine emotion. He’d been nice all evening but still cocky. That last sentence though, it left him intrigued. “Empty house must get lonely..”

“It’s whatever. I got my boys and the Queen B.”

“Queen B?” Ian laughed, “You mean that girl? She your sister?”

“One and only. Names Mandy but she goes by bitch in my vocabulary.”

“That’s so mean. She can’t be that bad.”

“Trust me, you don’t know my sister. You say I'm an asshole so why can’t she be a dick too?”

Ian reached for a piece of bread, breaking it in half and taking a small bite. “Point taken. What about your parents, they gotta have kush jobs to afford all this” he gestured around the fancy restaurant. “And all that.” His eyes scanned Mickey’s body taking inventory of the smart watch and gold chain.

“My moms a software engineer for Apple,” he took another sip of his drink, “And my old mans an Investment Banker. They make a fuck ton of money but….They’re home like once a week and always busy.”

“Yeah those jobs sound pretty demandin.”

“Yup.” Mickey tapped his fingers on the table, “You uh...you wanna get outta here?”

Ian scoffed finishing his last little bit of bread, “What about dinner?”

“Well if you’re not dyin to leave me then maybe we can eat at my place. Smoke some fuckin weed. Shoulda just gone there to begin with. This isn’t your scene.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Means you don’t need a fancy dinner to kick it, you’re real Kitten, and that’s what I like about you.”

Ian smiled and stood up from the table, “Ok. Let’s go.”

 He sat quietly as he watched the neighborhood change from downtown, to suburbia. All the houses were big and looked almost identical, each one filled with some happy family. It was nothing like his neighborhood. It was nice sure but there was no character, no one was playing outside. If he had gone home hed be sitting on his front porch eating……ramen and talking shit with his neighbor Zack and some other kids from the neighborhood. It didnt seem like people did that in places like this. “Ahem,” he cleared his throat, “So um… this is where you live? It’s nice.”

Mickey laughed but abruptly caught himself. “No, were about 10 minutes away from my house. This..” he looked around and knew there was a smirk on his face. “You’ll see.”

Cryptic much? He felt stupid now. Obviously Mickey lived somewhere nicer, how did he even think otherwise. The guy's car was more expensive than his house. It only made him more uncomfortable. He was so far out of his element he didn't even know what to say. If this American dream neighborhood made Mickey laugh then where were they going?

“And here is where things get fancy,” Mickey smiled and wiggled his brow. Ian anxiety was palatable and he liked that but he didn't want to scare him away, in fact it was the opposite. “Relax. Just enjoy the view.” He turned off the main road and stopped at the giant gate with a keypad. He reached out and entered his code prompting the gates to open.

He could feel the color drain from his face when the gate opened and he saw what had to be the biggest house he’d ever seen. Was this it? “Is that..”

“We’re down here on Carpe Diem.” He rolled his eyes, “I know. Stupid ass street name but this whole place is filled with them.” He looked over at Ian, “There's even a Happy Bunny Way, how weird is that?”

“Yeah,” he sucked in his bottom lip and toed at the floor with his shoe. This was a bad idea. He didn’t belong in a place like this. He and Mickey were not even from the same planet. “I..I think this was a mistake. I’m not supposed to be here,” he blurted then lowered his eyes. “I’m not you, so just take me home.”

He stopped the car abruptly then turned to the skittish redhead, “That’s exactly why I want you here.” He leaned down fixing his gaze with Ian’s, “And I do want you here, got it?” He leaned back and rubbed at his nose. “You want me to take you home and forget this day happened then fine, no fuckin problem, but instead of bein a bitch about it maybe you could just let yourself enjoy somethin for once.” he scoffed and ran his hands through his hair. How was this even a conversation at this point. “I mean I’m bringin you to my house Gallagher and you’re a fuckin freshman. I’m captain of the damn football team. I don’t need to waste mytime with you. You know how many people would kill to see my house but guess what? They can all blow me because I chose to kick it with you, I want to get to know you   so figure it out, now cause I don’t have time for this shit.”

He lowered his eyes. He could feel the vibe change immediately.  It was carefree and a little awkward but now it was very, very uncomfortable. He didn’t know what to do. Just this morning Mickey was a complete jerk then suddenly he had this change of heart..why? Did he really want to get to know him? He looked over at the Senior.  His brow was furrowed and his mouth was pulled tight as his eyes studied him. He didn’t want to hurt Mickey's feelings but before this weird ass day he would have denied the older boy was capable of feeling. 

“Tsch,” He clicked his tongue. “Fine, home it is.” He reached for the gear shift when he felt a warm shaky hand close around his. 

“I’m sorry. I wanna hang out. We…we can. I want to.” His words made sense in his head but as they came out they were nervous and jumbled but then he saw Mickey’s face soften and that tight lipped scowl opened up into a bright pearly white smile that made his own lips curl up offering one in return.

“Well alright” He put the car in drive, “Good choice.”  They continued down the street until they reached his house. “This is it.” He looked over at Ian. “I know it’s a lot, this is… it’s just how all the houses here are.”

It was his turn to laugh, “You don’t have a house Mick,” He stayed seated and gazed up at the two story glass building. “Call it like it is, this is a mansion.” He turned to the Senior. “You live in a Mansion.”

“I kinda do,” He shrugged. He wasn’t used to this reaction. Normally people were all excited but Ian was intimidated. He didn’t want that or maybe he did. “Let’s just go inside and hang out, you can gawk at shit in there, come on.” He got out and walked around to the side, opening the passenger door.

He nodded and slowly stood up. He followed Mickey up the driveway and into his house. To his surprise the inside wasn’t that insane. There was white furniture and painting here and there. The entryway had a chandelier but for the most part it didn't look like the house was even lived in. 

“My rooms this way,” He pointed down the hall and Ian followed until they reached his area.

“You’re room is an apartment,” he laughed. “Holy shit Mick.” 

“I mean…i guess you can call them my quarters i dont know.” he closed the door. “My parents always have meetins and work shit in the main house so Mandy and I.. we have this,” He gestured around. “This place is normally filled with the team and crazy shit but yeah..” he walked over to the couch. “This is my livin room and my bedroom is right there.” He pointed around the corner. “But we can just hang out here.No one goes back there”

“Wait, now you want to be modest?” For the first time in this episode of MTV cribs he felt he had the upper hand. “You got me here and you dont want me to see you’re room?” He walked backwards with a playful smile. “Really? I dont believe you.” He turned and walked around the corner. 

“Seriosuly Gallagher,” He yelled and followed after Ian. He ran into his room and saw the red head sitting on his bed holding the biggest pillow known to mankind.

“This is really soft,” He squeezed the giant avocado. “Not what I expected, gotta be honest.” He pushed the pillow away, “And you like anime? Also not something I pictured.” He slid off the bed and walked over to the shelf. “Is this a Nintendo?”

“Yeah it is.” He quickly walked over to Ian and stepped between him and his shelf. “I told you NOBODY comes in here. You shouldn’t have…”

“Why?” he walked over to the bed and sat down again. “Afraid people might think less of you because you like My Hero Academia and sleep with a stuffed avocado? It honestly makes me like you more.”

That perked up his ears, “Really?” He crossed his arms and leaned against the shelf. “You don’t think it’s weird?”

“I think it means you’re not a robot like I thought…. I used to think you were.” He leaned back on the bed. “It makes you more…interesting.”

“Oh?” He walked over to Ian. “Didn’t know i was lackin in that department.” He climbed on the bed and layed next to Ian. “You know if you tell anyone about my avocado i’ll deny it and kill you.”

He turned on his side locking eyes with Mickey’s, “My lips are sealed.”

“Good.”

He was in his room on his bed with a freshman, he didn't even let his closest friends or rent a friend in his room. He didn’t need to. He had so much other space. And if he did he would never hear the end of it. Ian though, he liked it. “Can I kiss you?” He stared into green eyes. “You’re on my pillow and..” he reached out and gently touched soft warm skin, “You look really fuckin kissable.”

There was a lump in his throat. He wanted to answer but he didn’t know how to. This was all so far from normal. Not to mention he’d only ever kissed one other person and it was a girl on a dare. Mickey was a Senior and captain of the football team plus filthy rich. If he fucked it up then what? “I…” he didn’t know what to say so instead he just closed his eyes and nodded.

He scooted closer so that he could fell the heat radiating from Ians body next to him. He reached out and slowly brought his hand up and cupped his cheek then leaned in and pressed his lips feather light against Ian’s. He didnt want him to run but he wasn’t going to make their first kiss be just chaste. He moved his hand up from his cheek and through his hair before running his tongue along Ian’s top lip then sucking it into his mouth.

“Mmm,” he hummed opening his mouth to receive Mickey’s lips.

“This ok?” He pulled back opening his eyes. “I can stop.”

“N.no” he reached out and pulled Mickey back into the kiss. He slowly moved his tongue against Mickey’s lips until they parted and gently touched each others. He sighed letting himself get swept away. 

“You’re so hot Gallagher,” He hummed scooting closer to Ian. He moved his hand down his back and pulled him towards him. “I want you,” he kissed the boy deeply as his hands moved down to cup his ass. “You want me?”

“Mm yeah,” he pushed against Mickey enjoying the closeness. He’d never made out before but he was really enjoying it. The sensations, the touches, the feel of Mickey's breath against his face. 

“Good.” He rolled over and climbed ontop of Ian.

“Wait.”

“Shhh shut up,” He leaned down and closed the distance between them. He pulled away and slowly peppered hot open mouthed kisses along Ian’s collar bone and up his neck stopping at his ear. “You really want me to stop?” 

Mickey’s voice was low and heavy in a way that made his whole body tingle. If he really liked him then this would be all this was. Two people making out. Nothing else. He couldn’t do anything else. “I..I like it,” he sighed, reaching up and threading his fingers through Mickey’s hair. “Dont stop.”

He didn't need to be told twice. He sucked Ian’s earlobe into his mouth then placed a hot kiss against his ear before moving back down and up his jaw. He could feel his pants tighten with every glimpse of green eyes and the breathless sounds beneath him. He could probably fuck Ian right here. He could say all the right things and just take him and Ian would let him, he knew he would. He wanted to. He stared down into innocent eyes surrounded with freckled skin. “You know what you do to me, dont you?”

Heat filled his cheeks when he felt Mickey pressing up against him. Shit, he should've known this is where it would go. “ I.. I’m sorry I cant,” he went to sit up but was roughly pushed back down.

“We’re not done here Kitten.” He reached out and caressed Ian’s face lightly. “Don't run from me like that. I know what this is.”

“You do?” He swallowed thickly.

“Yeah and I’m ok with it for now so fuckin relax.”

“But you said..”

“I know what i said. It’s just an observation Gallagher and an honest one. I like you a lot. You’re really hot and you turn me on.”

He blushed and licked his lips, “Well if were bein honest I think I like you too.”

He laughed and leaned back, he rubbed at his nose. “You think? I tell you i like you and you say you think you like me.” He climbed off the freshman. “Am I waistin my time here cause time is money in my world. I already told you plenty of people would kill to be here and all you can say is you maybe like me too?”

He was so confused. Everything was perfect and he thought they were having a moment, then the next thing he knew Mickey was standing up and glaring at him. “I.. I didnt mean it like that.” He sat up slowly. “I like you Mickey,” he did. At least before this happened he was more sure of it. Now he wanted to, but he was nervous. “I do.”

He scoffed, “You’re just sayin what I want to hear. I’m not fuckin stupid. We were havin a moment and you ruined it.”

Did he? Or did Mickey? He was the one who said think. He didn’t mean it in a bad way. This was fast and new and he was unsure of what to do. He enjoyed the time they were having, dinner and this. Mickey did the same thing in the car though. The moment he said the wrong thing he freaked out but he calmed down and that led them here. He scooted down to the end of the bed and reached for the seniors hand. “I’m sorry ok. I didn’t mean to ruin it. I like you Mickey. I really do, this is just a lot and..”

He pushed Ian back on the bed then climbed back ontop of him. “My world is a lot Gallagher,’ he said roughly then kissed soft lips. “Don’t you pretend with me.” He kissed up Ians jaw back  up to his ear. “Either you’re fuckin in it,” he whispered then moved his head to stare into green eyes. “Or you’re not. So tell me the truth. Do you like me?”

He swallowed thickly. Mickey was incredibly intense. Sweet in one breath and demanding in the next. His head was spinning trying to keep up. “I do,” he blurted out. He took in a staggered breath then reached out and ran his fingers through jet black hair. “I want to be in it Mickey. I want to be with you.” he glanced away because the apology coming next felt out of place but necessary at the same time. “I didn’t mean to make you upset. I’m sorry.”

He smiled then leaned down crashing his lips against Ian's. His hand gripped a fistful or his hair yanking the boys head back and exposing his neck fully.  He lifted his head locking Ians gaze once more “Good because I want you.” He leaned down and sucked on Ian’s neck hungrily feeling something he never felt before, not like this. His friends were intimidated by him but at the end of the day he had no one. He wanted more, he wanted love and control and Ian made his heart beat and his palms sweaty. “Mmm..” he hummed before pulling back. 

Mickey released the near painful grip on his hair and he felt his neck throb. “Is that..”

He sat back looking at the flustered boy. “It’s a hickey. Now there's goin to be no mistake that you’re mine.”

His? 

“Is that a problem?” He narrowed his eyes. “Because..”

“N..no,” he countered quickly. “Not a problem. I meant what I said.” He sat up. “I was just surprised, no ones ever kissed me like that let alone left a mark.”

He climbed off Ian and laid beside him grabbing his hand, “And no one else ever will,” he said softly then grabbed Ians shoulers pulling him down next to him. “I’m sorry I got mad earlier, I just felt hurt when you said that.” He looked at Ian.

Mickey’s gaze was on him but this time it was soft, longing. “I’m sorry,” he replied then adjusted himself so they were once again facing each other. “I didnt mean to hurt your feelings.”

“Just..” he leaned in at moved his nose against Ians in an eskimo kiss. “Dont do it again.”

“Ok,” he replied then smiled. “I wont.”

He sat up and reached over to his bedside table and pulled out a bag of weed and some rolling papers. “You said you smoke right?”

“Yeah,” he sat up still unsure of everything that had happened.

“You know how to roll a joint?”

That made him laugh. “Fuck yeah I do.” He reached out and grabbed the papers and the bag of weed. “So..” he grabbed a bud and massaged in his fingers. “We gonna eat anytime soon or what?” He smiled soflty. Before he would feel nothing being a smart ass. He was a Gallagher and they spoke what was on their mind but Mickey seemed easily offended, quick to get upset so he honestly questioned his sentence the moment he said it. 

“Hell yeah,” he stood up from the bed. “I’ll order us some pizza and wings.” he grabbed his phone. “You like wings Kitten?”

That name again. He didn’t like it. “YeahI love wings, the hotter the better.” Mickey nodded and smiled. “But uh..” he paused. Everything was good. Mickey was smiling they were about to smoke weed and chill. He couldn’t dwell or it would ruin the buzz he was yet to have. “Kitten really? That’s a little demeanin don’t you think? I told you I didn't like it.”

He licked his lips and smiled staring at the screen of his phone. He was typing in the number to Dominoes. “I like it though.” He hit dial and put the phone to his ear. “So you want hot wings and what pepperoni? Sausage?”

“Um anythin is fine.” He looked down at the paper lined with weed and rolled it with his fingers.

“Alright Kitten, pepperoni it is.” He could see the annoyance on Ian’s face but the boy was keeping quiet and it was so cutet. Good. This was really going to work. He knew the moment he saw Ian that he wanted him. He was feisty which he liked, no one ever challenged him. They all knew better but Ian did. He still was. He walked out of the room and ordered their food. When he walked back in Ian had rolled several joints. “How high you wanna get Kitten?”

“Please..” he took a deep breath. “Dont call me that Mick, it’s weird. I ain't fuckin cat.” He dropped all but one joint into the bag. “I have a name. It’s Ian, call me by my name.”

“Hmph.” he snatched the remaining joint from Ians fingers and pulled a lighter from his pocket. He lit in up and took a long drag. “But you’re so adorable” he replied then blew the smoke out. “And you have such sharp claws.” he passed the joint to Ian. “And a bite.” He smiled then took another drag then handed it to the freshman. “So don’t complain unless you wanna be a called bitch” he laughed, “Cause you could just be my dog instead.”

He held the joint in his fingers frozen in awww of how Mickey was speaking to him, again. He didn’t need this. He wasn’t going to be a rug for him to walk on. this was such a mistake, a bad joke. He sat there looking at the smug look on the Seniors face.. “I’m not a dog or a fuckin cat! I’m Ian Gallagher and you’re but a fucking asshole.” He took a drag of the joint and then stood up. “I’m not gonna let you talk to me like that. You said you liked me and I said I liked you too but.”

“You said you thinK,” he corrected.

“Yeah but..”

“But what?” He grabbed the joint. “We moved past it. You said you wanted to be with me.” he took a drag then blew it out. “And I want to be with you.” he stood up. “What else is there.” he stepped up to Ian then took another drag and smiled tossing the joint in the ashtray behind Ian. “You’re really cute when you’re mad,” he laughed then closed the distance between them in a kiss. One hand moved down Ians side the other up to gently touch his face.

This was too much. He needed to leave before anything else could happen. “Stop Mickey,” he pushed him away. “I think I should go. This was a mistake. You pretend to be nice but you’re the same person I thought you were. A jerk! I was stupid to think otherwise. If you don’t take me home I’ll just take the bus.”

“Seriously?” Mickey rolled his eyes and stepped back. “Jesus Ian it’s just a fuckin nickname. I won’t say it. You happy?” He walked back up to the freshman and roughly grabbed him by his waist “Can we move on now?” He leaned in kissing Ian’s lips. “Please.”

All the thoughts in his head faded away in a cloud of smoke. Mickey was kissing him, touching him. He was gentle and soft and he liked it. He felt his body relax. Maybe he was being too hasty. He even said please. “Fine.” he turned and sat down on the bed.

He sat down next to Ian, “You don’t want me calling you somethin nice I wont.” he reached around Ian and grabbed the joint. “Thought it would be somethin between us but..” he took a drag then sat back down and leaned back on his elbows. “I was just tryin to make you feel special. Guess I’m an asshole though.” He looked over at Ian, “Right? I mean that’s what you said. I’m a jerk” He took another drag and tilted his head back blowing the smoke at the ceiling feeling his head touch the clouds, “Guess you’re just like everybody else. I thought you saw me but I’m just a fuckin asshole, I’ll always be that, to you, to everyone. No wonder you don’t like me. Maybe you should go if you don’t want to be here I won't stop you again.”

“No,” he sat down next to Mickey and grabbed the joint and the older boys face. “I…” he didn’t know what to say. Mickey’s eyes were soft and glazed over, he could feel his high flowing threw him. Fighting, this all seemed like such a waste. “This is still really hard for me to believe, I mean can you blame me after today? And…I do see you but what you said was mean. Im not a bitch cause I don’t like bein called Kitten.”

“Ok. I told you I won’t call you that. Can we drop it?” Mickey turned to Ian "Just stp talkin and smoke this with me.” He held up the joint.

“You’re the one who brought it back up though.”

He rolled his eyes then closed them, “Whatever.”

“Mick.” he turned and climbed ontop of the Senior. “Look at me.”

He opened at met glazed green eyes. “You’re so beautiful,” he smiled.

His cheeks burned again, “And you’re not an asshole or a jerk.” He reached down setting his arms on either side of Mickey’s head. “I’m sorry.” His head, no his whole body felt like he was floating.

“Really?”

He leaned down and kissed Mickey's soft lips and then his jaw just like the older boy had done until he reached his ear. “Yeah. You’re not an asshole. I’ll be your Kitten.”

“Yeah?” He quickly rolled them over so he was on top again. He was captain of the football team, he benched more than Ian weighed easily. “You’re my Kitten?”

“Yes,” he nodded.

“And you like me? You don’t think I’m an asshole.”

“No.” he meant it. Mickey was obviously soft under everything. He wasn’t thinking when he spoke, he wasn’t used to questioning his words but Mickey was sensitive. It was actually sweet. “You’re not an asshole.”

“You said I was.”

“I..I know but..”

“Shh it’s ok.” he kissed Ian. “I forgive you.”

That made him smile. He wrapped his arms around Mickey and closed the distance between them.

“Kitten?

He was lost in his high and the weight of Mickey on top of him. “Hmm?”

“That’s twice.”

Twice? He was too stoned to understand what Mickey meant. “Hmm twice what? He reached out and touched Mickey’s hair. It was so soft between his fingers. “Twice what Mick?”

He grabbed Ian's hand and pinned it down next to him. “Twice you’ve hurt my feelins.”

Mickey had a tight grip. It flt like he couldn’t move his hand if he tried, but he wasn’t going to try. “I know,” he stared up at Mickey. “I’m sorry.” The grip on his arm tightened. “Mick you’re… that’s too tight.. what are you..”

“Don’t fuckin do it again or else.” he was stoned but that didn’t change how he felt. He smoked weed all the time. His head was floating but he was still in control. “Understand?”

He searched Mickey's face. His eyes and the smile on his face didn’t match his words. “Ow,” he yelped when Mickey’s grip intensified. “Mick seriously.”

“Do you understand?” he snapped.

His heart jumped into his throat at the boys tone. It was completely unexpected and his buzz made it worse. “Y..yes,” he said softly. “ let go..”

He released his grip and raised his hand to Ian's face touching it gently.

He almost flinched. It was silly and stupid and he was high but for some reason he almost flinched but Mickey’s touch was soft. His heart was pounding against his chest and he felt like he was going to be sick. 

“You need some food kitten.” He sat up and rolled over so they were once again next to each other. “I’m starvin, the pizza should be here soon.” he turned and Ian was staring at the ceiling. Already so much different from how he was this morning at practice. They’d only been at his house for about two hours but you’d think they’d have been together forever. He grabbed Ian’s arm and smoothed a thumb over it. “You’re ok.” he said softly.

He was nauseous. His high had been tainted with fear and now it was tugging at his stomach, making him anxious and jumpy. He was afraid to turn and look at Mickey but almost as nervous about not doing it. He slowly turned to the senior. He seemed bigger, more muscular just all around different than before. Was he always like that? He was painfully aware of the difference between them in this moment. He was a freshman, 15, skinny. He could usually hold his own but Mickey was 18, a senior, and captain of the football team. He was strong, and fit.

“You ignorin me now?”

“Hmph?” He was pulled from his thoughts. “N.no” he replied then reached out and touched Mickey. “I was just thinkin is all.”

He laced his fingers with Ian’s, “Bout what Kitten?”

He felt the pout on his lips and he wished he could hide it but he couldn’t. He was feeling so much right now and the weed amplified it. “I..I’m a nobody. I’m a freshman and you’re Mickey Milkovich. Captain of the football team. You’re…you’re a senior and I’m..”

“Mine,” replied. “You don't need to think Gallagher. I’m not. Who cares about all that.” he scooted in close to Ian. “All that matters is how we feel about each other everythin else is just background noise, interference.” He could see the swirl or emotions in Ian’s eyes. “C’mere.” he pulled the boy close and wrapped his arms around him. He kissed his nose, then his head. “This right here is all that matters to me. Ok. You’re ok. He breathed in Ian’s scent and his heart fluttered. “You’re perfect and I want you. I knew it from the first time I saw you.”

That made him lift his head, “At practice? But you made fun of me..”

“Mmhm, yep. There is a food chain and you gotta know it but yeah thats when I thought…I like this kid, then at the register. After that all i could think about was gettin you to talk to me, to spend time with me.” He looked down into green eyes. “To want me like I want you. I know it’s fast but when you know you know right?”

This was another moment and he was not going to ruin it. “Yeah Mick. When you know you know.” They laid there in silence, his heart rate slowed as he listened to the soft steady beat of Mickeys. He was about to fall asleep when the doorbell rang.

“Foods here kitten, come on.” He got up off the bed.

He groaned feeling foggy, he was starving but he was so tired. Mentally he was exhausted. 

“Come on, get up!”

He blinked his eyes open and sat up with a sigh.

He smiled. Ian’s hair was ruffled and he had sleep in his eyes. “You passed out on me, kitten.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” He was surprised at how easily that came out.

“Aww don't apologize,” He walked to the door. “I liked it. A lot.”

His lips curled in a smile. “Me too.”

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Chapter 3

He woke up to the sound of an alarm he’d never heard before. He rolled over and blinked his eyes open. He wasn’t in his room, where was he? Oh no. He sat up. He knew exactly where he was but did that mean he spent the night? On a school night? He heard the sink from the other room. “No,” he didn’t. They didn’t. He lifted up the covers to see he was in sweats that were way too big on him. He grabbed at the shirt and it was a school shirt again baggy on him. “Mickey?” he stood up from the bed. “Mick?”

He spit in the sink, rinsed it down then put his toothbrush away. He grabbed his comb and ran it through his hair as he walked into his bedroom. Ian was standing there looking flustered and annoyed, drowning in his clothes. It was fucking adorable. “Mm hey Kitten.” he walked over to the freshman wrapped his hands around his waist and kissed his lips. “How’d you sleep?”

He felt calmer for a split second but then reality came back kicking him into gear. “I spent the night here.”

“Yeah and.”

“And,” he looked around for his backpack. “I need my phone. I didn't even tell my family I’d be out let alone out for the whole fuckin night. Fiona's gonna be pissed!”

“Whoa there,” he laughed then walked over to the mirror on his dresser to get the finishing details on his hair. “You can tell em when I take you home.” He turned to Ian, “You know? Afterschool, and practice.”

“Oh no.” He plopped down on the bed. “I don't have any clothes.” He pulled at the collar of his shirt, “I can't wear your shit it’s too big.”

“Easy fix. I’ll just buy you some, you can change them at the store. We got plenty of time.”

He looked over at the clock. It was 5:45 am school started at 7 am. “I can’t even wrap my mind around that.” He stood up, “And what clothing store is open this early?”

He laughed and went to the closet pulling out his gym bag and his football jacket. “We gotta store. You think Mandy has never been in this situation or me partyin? There’s a little shop my parents friends have. We got a key. Just go in, take what we want and leave cash. It’s no problem so calm down.”

“Wait you have a store?”

“It’s more like a boutique. And we don't have it. Like I said we have a key,”

He brought his hand to his face. Once again the difference in their lifestyles was astounding. The fact that he was going to be shopping for new clothes because he spent the night at Mickey Milkovich’s house was making his head throb.

“What?” He walked over to Ian. “Hey, it’s ok Kitten fuckin relax.” He grabbed the boys face lifting his head to look at him. “What did you expect. I take care of what’s mine. You need clothes, you get clothes.” he kissed his lips, “You want coffee and a breakfast sandwich that’s what you get.”

“It’s just so…I’m not used to this at all.”

“You will be.” He stepped away. “This is my life and you’re a part of that now. So go brush your teeth, there's a spare on the counter. Grab your bag and lets head out.

“But why?” He ran his hand down his face, “You don’t even know yet if you really like me. It’s been one day, less than one day. Now you want to buy me clothes and call me what? Your boyfriend?”

“Tsk,” he clicked his teeth. “That’s what I said isn’t it?” He walked back over to Ian. “One night is all it took. I told you that last night. I told you I liked you the minute I saw you.” He folded his arms. “We’re you even listenin to me? Did you think it was all a joke?”

“What?” He hugged his knees to his chest, he was feeling way too vulnerable right now. He didn’t like it. “I just..”

He crouched down so he could look up at Ian. “Just what? Finish your sentence.”

“I just don’t understand how this is happening.” He glanced away. “It still makes no sense how you…me…I don't know what to think.”

He reached out and grabbed Ians chin turning his face so he could see his eyes, “The answers easy kitten. Don’t fuckin think. You’re too sext to be worryin over stupid things. I like you and you like me.” He leaned up and kissed soft lips. “So get your ass up so we can go get you some new clothes.”

**

He felt ridiculous. He was wearing brand new brand name clothes from head to toe. He had on red jordans, L.L Bean Jeans and a Nike shirt. Mickey wanted to buy him a jacket too but he told him no.

It felt like everyone was staring at him, whispering. Maybe he was just paranoid. People never paid attention to him though. He was Ian Gallagher, freshman, poor kid in the back of the line. He had a few friends but for some reason they seemed to be ignoring him. He tried to sit with them at lunch but they didn’t save him a seat. Normally he would be like “What the fuck guys, you didn’t save me a seat?” and just tease them and have playful banter but for some reason he felt nervous, like it would be a confrontation even if he was joking around. He hated it. He didn’t feel like himself.

He went to the bathroom and stayed in a stall until everyone had gone. He walked over to the mirror and shook his head. He looked so far from a Gallagher it was disgusting. He wanted his plain t-shirt and his flannel that was his brothers but given to him when Lip grew out of it. His beat up converse and his System of A Down hoodie that Kevin bought after a concert and gave to him. It had holes around the pocket and the wrist but he was used to them. He would twist the pieces in his fingers as he talked to his friends 100% confident and comfortable. Dressed like this he felt 0 confidence, nothing like himself. He turned his head and his eyes went wide. People were staring at him, maybe because of the clothes but most likel because of the quartered sized purple hickey on his neck. He felt tears brin at his eyes. What had he gotten himself into? How did one night turn into a relationship? Ugh….. he didn’t want to be this person. He wasn’t a kept boy, far from it. He should have gone home last night. Why didn’t MIckey wake him? And now he was dressed like some preppy asshole.

This had to stop.

If mickey wanted to be with him, then he would be with Ian Gallagher not this stranger staring back at him. That’s what he wanted to say but the thought of saying it made him feel sick. Mickey said all these nice things and he didn’t want to hurt his feelings. He spent all this money and bought him breakfast. Even the car ride there they talked and listened to music, he kissed him in the car.

Was he overthinking this? Mickey told him not to think, that was easier said then done.

*

With school finally over he made his way to the gym to grab the water cart and the towels. He grabbed the two large gallons of gatorade and a sleeve of little cups and made his way to the field.

**
Mickey was walking on air. He saw glimpses of Ian in the hall and he looked so hot. He wanted to touch him and kiss him but he was a senior and they never really had time for anything more than a glance.

“Whoa what the hell?” Brett walked over to where he was standing. “Is it just me or does Gallagher look…different?”

“Hmph,” He turned to his friend. “It’s not you. I cleaned him up,” He turned and watched as the boy laid out towels and cups of gatorade. “He spent the night so he needed some new clothes.”

“NO Mick man you didnt?” Duncan ran up to him and punched him in the side. “Did you bang that freshman you dog? I fuckin knew it.” He punched him again. “I wondered, but I knew you would.”

He turned and shoved the brunette hard, “First of all punch me again and i’ll break your arm!”

“Mick bro chill” Brett stepped between them.

“Dude I figured gettin laid would losen you up. Was it bad?” Dunkin brushed off his arm.

“I’m gonna say this once,” he said lowly. “I didn’t get laid and you don’t know shit you fuckin moron so stop pretendin like you do or we’re gonna have a problem. GOT IT!”

Duncan held his hands up, “Got it bro. I was just saying that i’m happy for you..”

“Oh, well in that case.. Fuck off anyways.” he looked back at Ian. They met eyes but the boy looked away. “Don’t be happy for me yet. I haven’t sealed the deal. He’s still skittish.”

“Didn’t you say he spend the night?” Brett leaned against the fence. “I thought..”

“I know what you thought but nothin happened. We just smoked weed and hung out.”

“Ok that sounds pretty lame.”

“It wasn’t,” he let out a deep breath, “It was perfect. I got what I wanted and eventually..”

“Eventually,” Brett stood up straight. “This kid’s got you twisted doesn’t he?”

“He’s under my skin, that’s for sure.” He rubbed at his nose. “I’m doin this my way. You can't rush perfection and by the time I’m done with him that’s what he’ll be. I’ll be the only thing he can think about and then….he’ll really be mine.”

Brett stared at his friend with a raised brow, “You sound a little crazy when you say shit like that?”

He laughed, “Here I thought you didn’t know me.”

“Just don’t get too rough,” Brett scratched at his neck. “You’re temper is..”

“Yeah..yeah ..yeah. I’m thirsty, you thirsty?”

“Way to change the topic but yeah, Gatorade sounds amazing right now it’s like 100 degrees out here.”

“You too idiot,” he hollered over at Duncan. The boy turned and the three of them walked over to the table where Ian was standing.

He looked up and Mickey was standing there with all of his friends. He was already annoyed by the day and had a towel draped around his neck to cover the hickey.

‘Hey Mick,” he gave a soft smile. “Blue or green?”

“Where’s the red?” Mickey raised his brow and locked eyes with him.

“What?”

He leaned down on the table, “Are you deaf all of a sudden? I said wheres the red.”

He stood up from the table and glared at the senior. Fucking asshole! “There’s no fuckin red alright. It’s blue or green so pick or drink water.”

“Damn Gallagher,” Brett laughed. “He told you Mick”

He stood up straight and laughed, “Calm down kitten I’m just fuckin with you.”

He let out a deep breath, “It’s been a really long day Mick and..”

“I don’t need to hear your life story Gallagher..” he grabbed a cup of blue Gatorade. “No one here cares.” He could hear his friends snickering behind him and smiled.

He was bubbling with anger, what the fuck? He thought that…after last night and this morning. Boyfriend?? “You know what Mickey?” He shoved the gallon of Gatorade roughly causing it to tip over on the table and splash the senior. “Fuck off.” With that he turned and walked away.

“Aye,” he shouted, “Get back here!”

He returned Mickey’s words with his middle finger then walked into the gym to grab his shit and go home. He needed to take a shower, burn these clothes and figure out how to get Coach Byers to let him off Waterboy duty.

**

All he heard for the rest of the day despite his death threats was how Gallagher got him and Gallagher this and Gallager that. He himself was blown away at the boy's actions but in a much deeper way than his rent a friends could ever understand.

He told his friends to fuck off because he was going to take Ian home. That was the plan. Plus he wanted privacy because he and Ian needed to have a talk about his behavior. After 10 minutes he realized he wasn’t going to show. That pissed him off even more. He got in his car and sped off. He was turning the corner when he saw Ian sitting at the bus stop. He pulled up and parked his car. Ian had his headphones on and was staring at his phone. He didn’t even notice him. What if he was the bus? Whatever it didn’t matter. He got out of the car and walked over to Ian snatching his headphones.

“What the fuck?’ He looked up and saw Mickey staring down at him his headphones in his hands. He let out a frustrated sigh, “I told you to leave me alone. What part did you not understand?”

He ran his hand through his hair. It was something he did when he was trying to calm himself down. “I just wanted to talk, can’t you give me 5 minutes?”

“No,” he said plainly. “And you’re parked in the bus lane, you know that’s illegal right?” He turned away. “Wait, you're rich so it’s not like a fine even matter to you.”

His palms were sweaty and he felt hot and it wasn’t because of the sun. He needed to calm down. Brett was good at that, they'd known each other forever and he knew what to say to shift his focus. Ian though, everything he said was just fueling the fire. “Just let me give you a ride home. We need..”

He stood up and looked at the senior who was very clearly agitated. “There's nothin to talk about, just leave me alone.” He could walk home. He turned and started to walk away when he felt Mickey grab his arm and pull him back. “Stop..”

He didn't give Ian time to say anything before he closed the distance between them with his lips. He fisted his hair and kissed his neck his cheek his lips. “Don’t run.” He whispered between kisses. “I need you.” he pulled away and stared at Ian.

His heart was thudding against his chest. Mickey kissed him like he was eating him alive. There was so much passion and frustration behind it. He couldn’t deny he wanted more. “You need me?”

He reached out and touched Ian’s face, “Of course I do Kitten. Please let me take you home. Let’s just talk. That’s all im askin.”

He shifted and lowered his eyes, Mickey’s gaze seemed to lock him in. He wanted this, no needed this to be his choice. “Fine.” he looked up. “You can take me home.”

He smiled then turned and opened the passenger door, “after you.”

He rolled his eyes but climbed into the passenger seat. Mickey got in and they drove off. They sat in silence until he saw Mickey turning onto the highway. He turned to the Senior “What the hell Mickey you said you were takin me home?”

“And I will,” he replied. “Eventually.”

“No this is not ok,” he folded his arms, “Get off on the next exit and i will take the bus.”

“No,” he looked at Ian, “Just shut up and sit back. I’m not pullin over and I’m not takin you home yet. I want to show you somethin and it’s a ways away. Don’t worry. It’s a Friday. No school tomorrow.”

He felt like he was going to scream. Where was he taking him? What was going to happen? Is this because of practice? Was this where his friends gang up on him, beat him and leave him for dead? “What do you want from me,” his words were soft. It was obvious he was nervous.

“What do I want?” He laughed and looked at Ian. He thought about it all day while his friends were giggling like hens he thought about the mountain top with the view of the stars. It had to be near pitch dark to see them but when they came out they sparkled. He wanted Ian to see it, he wanted to share that with him. He wanted to show him that he did matter. This place was special to him. He’d only ever been there 3 times when he was a kid. He went camping with his dad, just them before he got a new job and was replaced with a nanny and a maid. They would camp and count the stars under the firelight. He wanted to share that with Ian and he wanted him to know how this relationship worked. “I always loved campin.” He turned off on an exit. “You ever been campin Kitten?”

“Don't..” he took in a deep breath, “Don’t call me that.”

“Anyways… my dad used to take me to this spot, it’s beautiful and I want you to see it.”

Yep. This was it. Driving into the mountains. Everything in his body told him this was not ok. He sat there quiet for about 30 minutes but his head was driving him crazy. “Mick,” he spoke up. “can we please..can you just take me home?”

He set his jaw and rubbed at his nose, “We’re almost there.” He turned to Ian, “Who do you think I am? You think I’m just gonna kidnap you and leave you in the mountains damn Ian.” he slapped the steering wheel. “Is that what you think of me? Really?”

Hearing it out loud it sounded stupid. Mickey wasn’t the crazy situation his head was playing. This wasn’t stranger danger. “No i..it’s just kind of random.”

“Not to me.” He reached down and grabbed his lighter and tossed it at Ian. “glove box. Grab my smokes.”

He reached out and opened the glove box grabbing out the pack of Marlboro Reds. He pulled one out, lit it and took a drag before handing it to Mickey.

“You smoke too huh? Take one then, What’s mine is yours.” He drove down a long road then pulled over into a clearing. “Here we are.” He parked the car and climbed out. He walked around to the passenger side and opened the door. “Come on. Follow me.”

Ian hesitantly stood up and followed Mickey down a path. He took deep drags hoping the nicotine would calm his nerves. After about ten minutes they stopped. “This is it. What do you think?”

He was so far in his head he was on auto-pilot following the senior. He didn’t notice that the sun was starting to set and Mickey was sitting on a large rock staring at him. He turned and could see the pink and orange sunset painted in the sky. It felt like if he reached out he could touch it. His fear slipped away. He turned to Mickey. “Is this why you brought me here?”

“Come sit down and I’ll tell you.” He patted the open spot on the rock next to him.

He walked slowly over to Mickey then sat down beside him. “It’s beautiful.”

“Yeah you are,” he replied then reached out and touched Ian’s face brushing his hair behind his ear. “This is like a sappy movie moment aint it?”

He laughed, he couldn't believe all the stupid crazy thoughts he was having. He should have known Mickey would do something like this. He was so complicated but underneath he was the guy who drove 40 minutes to see a sunset on a mountain. “ A little but,” he scooted closer to the Senior. “I like it.”

He wrapped his arm around Ian and pulled him against him, “About what happened earlier kitten..”

“No..” he put his finger to Mickey’s lips. This was nice. He didn't want to ruin it. Not like before. “Just no.”

“Ok.” They sat there and watched the sunset. It was beautiful and it reflected off of Ian’s hair which made it even better.

Soon it was dark, then dark enough to see the stars. They had barely spoken but it was nice. Ian’s head felt heavy on his shoulder. “Dont pass out on me now Kitten.”

He shifted and sat up, he was so relaxed out in nature with Mickey and the stars. “I’m not, this is just….nice.”

“Come on, it’s gonna get cold. Let's go back to the car.

Ian nodded and the two of them walked back to where he was parked and got back in the car. He turned on the heater then the radio and pushed back his seat. He turned and traced Ian’s figure before meeting his eyes.

He saw the want in Mickey’s eyes and it matched his own. He climbed over the center console and on top of Mickey. He gripped the older boys face then leaned down and pressed a hungry kiss against his lips. Mickey reciprocated wrapping his arms around his waist and running his tongue along his lips before entering his mouth where it danced with his. “Mmm,” he hummed as they kissed and Mickey's hands moved over his body.

Ian was ontop of him kissing him and humming as he did. He could feel his dick stiffen is his pants with every sound and every glimpse he caught between kisses. He reached down to the side and pulled the lever leaning his seat back more so Ian was almost on top of him. He slid his fingers down Ians back until then cupped his ass.

He could feel Mickey getting hard beneath him but unlike before he wasn’t afraid of it. Instead, he slowly moved his hips rubbing up against him.

“Mmm Ian,” pulled Ian down to create more friction. “Fuck Kitten,” he panted. “I want you.”

How storybook could it be? If this was his first time it would be perfect. Not that he cared he wasn’t a girl but still. He always pictured some hidden secret area or like in a closet at school or someone's house. A bed even but in a nice ass car, on a mountain under the stars with the captain of the football team. This really was a sappy teen movie. “I want you too,” he whispered.

Not yet. “Not like this though.” He reached his hand between them and rubbed Ian’s dick over his clothes. “Right now I just want to play with you. Just relax”

That was unexpected but he felt slightly relieved. The atmosphere was perfect and he was ready and willing but with those words… This was only their second day together.

“Ok.” He leaned on Mickey’s shoulder burying his face in his neck.

He moved his hand and slipped it underneath his boyfriends boxers. Ian's dick was warm and slightly wet. He licked his lips then gripped it and started to move his hand back and forth.

“Mm ah,” he gasped at the feeling. Mickey was touching him, he knew he would but actually doing it. “Mmm,”

“You like that Kitten?”

“Y..yeah,” he kissed at Mickey’s neck. “I love it.”

He moved his hand faster, “About today,”

“Huh? Mm..” Why was he talking about that now? “Nnn, w..why?” he panted.

He moved his hand squeezing gently in each motion. “Who do you think you are?” He ran his thumb over the head.

“Huuh,” he bit his lip. He felt amazing but Mickey’s words were rough, completely opposite from how he was touching him.

“You don’t just walk away,”

“Mmmm.” He was so close. He was gonna cum.

“When I’m talkin to you and you don’t….ever” He took his free hand and grabbed Ians hair yanking him up to see his face. He continued to jerk him off. Ian’s cheeks were flushed and eyes lust-filled but you could sense his anxiety. He leaned over next to ear. “Talk back to me.”

“Ahhh,” Mickey's grip on his hair was tight but he came hard over his hand. He felt like he couldn’t breathe.

He let go and Ian sat here staring back at him a complete wreck. “That confused look in your eyes is so hot, maybe we should fuck.”

What was going on? His brain couldn’t seem to compute. Everything was hot, then cold, then soft then hard. Up seemed to be down. “I don’t know…” he didn’t know what to say. His mind was analyzing every word, every action leaving him paralyzed in the moment.

“It’s ok,” He reached out and cupped Ian’s face running a cum covered finger over his lips. “Don’t think.” He moved his hand and replace it with his lips pulling Ian down on top of him again. “I wouldn’t do that now.” He ran his hand down Ian's back and slipped it under his boxers. “When I fuck you,” he slipped his fingers between supple ass cheeks and pressed on against the boys tight opening. “I’ll own you.” He pushed his finger inside.

“Ahhh hmm that.. That hurts.” His eyes watered and he tried to pull away. “Don’t.” He didn’t want this. Did Mickey say own him? He wasn’t a pet, he wasn’t property. “Mickey stop huh.”

“Sit up.”

He was scared. “I don’t want to do this.” He wrapped his arms around him, “take me home.”

He reached out, “Don’t be scared. I’ll make it feel good.” He reached over into his center console and pulled out a small bottle of lube. “I thought you liked me?”

“I…” Did he? Yes, he did but he was scared.

“Weren't you about to fuck me 5 minutes ago? I’m not even askin for that. I told you I want to make you feel good so why are you bein a bitch and tryin to leave?”

He was about to have sex with him but Mickey stopped it. He did just jerk him off too but his head was still pounding with mixed thoughts and emotions.

He could see the gears turning in the silence. “Stop thinking so hard. Just listen, it’s easier. Sit up and push down your pants. Trust me.”

“Ok,” he focused on Mickey and his blue eyes as he pushed down his pants and then leaned back down against him.

“See?” He kissed Ian’s cheek then squeezed the lube so it slid right down Ian’s ass. He pressed his finger in again this time it went in much easier.

“Huh,” he gripped Mickey’s shoulders.

“Does it hurt still?”

Yes, yes it hurt but not like before. “N..not as much.”

“Good,” He swirled his finger as his boyfriend twitched above him. “It’s so much easier to relax isn’t it.” He moved to press in a second finger causing Ian to press his fingers into his skin. “You’re so hot Ian,” he moved his fingers back and forth.

“Mmm..”

“Your smile,” he moved his fingers in a circle. “And you’re eyes, I could get lost in those eyes.”

“Huuh,” he felt unbelievably good. The pain was gone and now every time Mickey moved his fingers it was a shock of pleasure. And the words from his mouth were matching what he was doing. They were sweet and gentle. He liked the sound of his voice when it was like this. It seemed softer than even last night.

“Let me see your face.”

He lifted his head to meet blue eyes. “What are you thinkin about,” he moved his fingers back and forth, Ian’s hard dick was pressing against his stomach.

“You uh mm.. Just you.”

His grin was so big he was afraid his cheeks would split. “See you worry too much Kitten. You have me now and that’s all that matters.”

“Ok,” he said softly feeling his toes curl in his shoes.

“Sit back up and touch yourself,” he could tell his boyfriend was close. “I wanna see the face you make when you cum.”

He blushed at Mickey’s forwardness but he wasn’t surprised. He reached down and grabbed his dick then began to move his hand. “Huuuh fuck.. Mm.”

“That’s good Kitten,” He watched with wide eyes moving his fingers around in circles over his boyfriend's prostate. “Look how good it feels when you just listen to me.”

Mickey was right. If he’d left then he would have never shared this moment with him. He would have never heard that gentle voice…he knew he was the only one who got to hear it. “Nnn huh I’m gonna cum,”

“Yeah?”

“Mmhmm..” He couldn’t hold it and came hot streams over his hand and on his shirt.

He pulled his fingers out then reached onto the glove box and grabbed a napkin. He grabbed Ian’s hand and wiped it off. “Who knew you could be such a whore Gallagher.” He leaned in and pecked Ian’s lips. “So hot.”

He glanced away then back at Mickey. He didn’t know what to say. Nothing was running through his mind really. He was just blanking out.

“Guess it’s time to take you home.” He tapped his boyfriend's butt, “You should get out and clean up.”

“Oh, yeah.” He got off Mickey's lap and opened the door. He wiped his ass as much as he could before pulling up his pants. He climbed back in. “I…” I had fun? No that sounds weird. This was nice? Why did all of these things sound horrible? It was annoying. He looked over at Mickey who was starting the car.

He felt eyes on him and saw his boyfriend staring. “You could just sleep over again,” he reached out and touched Ian’s hand. “It’s late anyway, we can smoke and watch a movie together.”

“That sounds like fun,” He did it. That came out so naturally. His stomach growled. “Could we stop and get something to eat first?”

He leaned in closing the distance between them with a deep kiss, “Sure kitten. Whatever you like.”

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It had been two weeks since he and Ian started dating. Two very long weeks. After that night looking at the stars and making Ian cum with his name on his lips, became his favorite pastime. That and making the freshman's mind spin in circles. He couldn’t help it, it was too easy. All he did was make everything revolve around him. If Ian said he couldn’t come over, then that meant he didn’t like him and wasn’t serious about the relationship. If he didn’t want to wear the clothes he bought then that meant he didn’t care about him because he took the time and money to buy them. In the end, it was all about him. 

Except for sex.

That was all about Ian. He jacked him off and fingered him every time they saw each other. It made him even more compliant and was the perfect time to whisper what he did wrong in his ear while also giving him praise. He liked Ian, a lot. He wanted to make sure that Ian couldn’t live without him. He wanted somebody to care about him and to not be alone or surrounded by superficial friends. Ian fit the bill perfectly, and he was all his.

**

He was sitting in the school parking lot waiting for his boyfriend. It had already been 10 minutes which was weird because Ian knew how much he hated waiting. Since he couldn’t keep him locked away at his house he settled for picking him up and taking him home. 5 more minutes passed and now he was getting annoyed. He wanted to surprise his boyfriend with a movie date and a fancy dinner. He had another surprise too. At this point if he showed up he’d probably say fuck it, give him the guilt trip and tell him to walk home….but of course, he would still give him a ride and take him on a date.

He pulled out his phone

Mick : 4:30 pm Where the fuck are you? Tell me you didn’t ditch me and walk home?

No response. He took in a deep breath.

Mick: 4:35 pm Why are you ignoring me? Did you suddenly decide I'm an asshole or somethin? Am I just wasting my time on you?

Fuck this. He dialed the number and it just rang and rang and rang then went to voicemail. He called 3x and it was the same shit.

He was livid but at the same time slightly worried. Ian was too involved with him to just ignore him. Unless he really did think he was an asshole in which case they needed to have a long talk. If he was trying to break up with him that wasn’t going to happen. He’d held back so far because Ian behaved and always ended up doing what he wanted. He was being nice right now. He clenched the steering wheel. That couldn’t be it though. They clicked. Under all the bullshit or on top of it they had a foundation. Ian liked him and he liked Ian. He took in another breath trying to level his head. This would be a good time to have Brett in his ear. Finally, he decided fuck it and chose to drive to his boyfriend's house.

When he pulled up the first thing he heard was Ian’s voice. He was screaming and then other voices were screaming too. “What the fuck?” He got out of his car, opened the gate, and walked up the stairs.

**

“This is my house!” Frank yelled then smacked him.

“Frank get the fuck out,” Debbie was screaming as he was pinned against the wall.

“Let me go you piece of shit,” he yelled. “No one wants you here so just get out.” He felt his head ring. Frank punched him. He saw double for a second but when he came back he saw Frank keeled over on the ground clutching his stomach. He look up and Mickey was there.

He looked down glaring daggers at the man on the floor. “Who do you think you are,” he shouted then kicked him again. “Ian is MINE!” he reached down and grabbed franks hair yanking his head up. “Don’t ever put you’re greasy ass paws on him again. Don’t..” he let go roughly tossing him to the side. “Touch whats MINE!”

“Who the hell are you?” Debbie looked between him and Mickey.

He walked up to Ian and cradled his face. “That fuckin piece of shit.” 

“It’s fine,” he went to brush Mickey’s hand away but was met with an icy glare so he put his hand down. “I’m ok Mick.”

“He touches you again, I’ll kill him.” He stepped back and ran his hand through his hair then turned to the angry girl next to him. “I’m Mickey. I’m Ian's boyfriend. Who the fuck are you?”

“I’m his sister,” Debbie retorted.

“Oh,” he smiled. “Nice to meet you Debbie, who's that piece of shit on the ground over there.”

Debbie sighed and rolled her eyes, “That’s Frank, he’s my dad.”

“Hmmph well if that fucker ever tries to hit you or you’re brother again,” he took his finger and slid it across his neck. “Understand?”

Debbie laughed then looked at Ian, “He’s intense but I like him.”

He laughed and tried to shake off everything that just happened. He looked at Mickey, “So…what are you doin here MIck?”

“What do you mean Kitten?” He pulled out his phone. “I texted you, called you three fuckin times.” He looked over at Frank who was still on the ground. “I thought you were breakin up with me so I came to see you.”

“What?” He reached out and touched his boyfriend. “Why would you think that? I don’t want to break up with you?” He glanced away then back at Mickey, “Debbie called me at school, told me Frank was drunk and trashing the place so I left and came home.”

“I get it.” He reached for Ian’s waist and pulled him close. “Now that I’m here how bout you get your ass in the car and we can start the night I had planned for us.”

“Oh,” he went to step back but Mickey’s grip was strong. “I still have homework to do.”

“And?”

He scoffed, “And it’s already late Mick, it’s a school night.”

He let go of Ian pushing him back. “Wow,” he laughed and touched his knuckle to his nose. “Really Ian? Really? I see, so I wait for you because you can’t bother to send me..you’re boyfrien a fuckin text message about..” he gestured in a circle, “This shit. So I drive over here, take care of it and you wanna blow me off for homework cause it’s a school night. Nice Ian, real fuckin nice.”

“I..” he didn’t know what to do. He looked over and Debbie had already gone. Frank seemed to have passed out on the ground from being drunk and knocked around. It’s not that he didn’t want to go but he had things to do. Homework that was due and he needed to keep his grades up. “I’m sorry Mick I just..”

“Just what?” he cocked his brow and stared down his boyfriend. “Just don’t give a shit about me? Just think that my time don’t matter? Just what?”

He was thankful everyone was gone because he was on the verge of crying. He hated when Mickey thought he didn’t care. He really did care. What was he supposed to do?

He saw the familiar glaze of confusion cover his boyfriend's eyes. “Fine. Just a movie then, forget all the other shit.” He folded his arms. “You think you can clear two hours outta your busy fuckin schedule?”

“I..” fuck why couldn’t he speak. He was so frustrated. He felt a tear slide down his face and quickly wiped it away.

He saw that Ian was about to start crying and decided it was enough. He walked up to his boyfriend and wrapped his arms around him. “It’s ok don’t cry.” He grabbed his face with one hand lifting it to kiss his lips. “You’re makin me feel like an asshole when all i wanted was to take you on a date.” He smoothed his thumb over soft skin then stepped back. “I’m just gonna go ok. You do whatever you want.” he turned to leave.

“Wait,” his heart ached when he saw Mickey walk away. “I..I can do it when I get back.” He grabbed his phone off the counter and then walked over to his boyfriend. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok Kitten,” he smiled wide and grabbed Ian’s hands lacing their fingers, “Come on, let's go.” 

He loved seeing Mickey smile. It was so bright he felt like he could be blinded. He didn't smile a lot, usually only around him. That made him feel special. He started to follow his boyfriend out the door when he heard a cough. He turned around and saw his older brother Lip standing at the bottom of the stairs. Fuck. “Uh... Mick?”

He was leading Ian towards the door when his boyfriend stopped. He turned when he called his name. “What now?”

“Don’t worry uh.. I’ll meet you at the car.”

He sighed, “You’re makin me wait again?”

“Just 2 minutes, ok. I’ll be right there.”

He let go of Ian’s hand, “Fine, hurry up. I hate wating. Already waited for you all damn day,” he grumbled then walked to his car. He got in and slammed the door then turned to see his boyfriend talking to a guy that looked like he was older. He reached for his smokes and lit one up. He was so fucking annoyed.

**

He turned to his brother, “What's up?”

Lip looked over at the door then back at him. “You tell me, Ian? Who's the douchebag and why are you lettin him talk to you like that?”

He clenched his fists. “What the hell Lip we’re you just standin there spyin on me? If you’d have just come out instead bein a fly on the wall.” he paused. “You don’t know anythin, i dont care what you heard, you don’t understand ok.”

Lip scoffed, “I understand that some asshole was talkin to my little brother like he was his fuckin pet.” Lip leaned against the wall. “What the hell man? You’re a Gallagher since when do you put up with that shit and that guy looks way too old for you to be talkin to anyways.”

“Oh my god Lip, he’s a senior, he’s only 18.” He crossed his arms, “And he’s my boyfriend. You don’t know him so don’t judge me. I’m not his pet. He loves….” Mickey hadn’t said those words yet... “He likes me ok.” He felt his phone buzz and looked at it.

Mick 5:20pm Wtf are you doin? Do I need to come in there?

He stared at his phone. Was he angry again? It hadn’t even been that long? It was fine. Everything was fine if he was angry he could fix it. He looked at his brother, “I don’t have time to walk you through my relationship alright. Just fuck off.” With that, he turned and walked out the door.

He walked up to Mickey's car and sat down, “I’m sorry that took so long.”

He glanced over and saw the older boy standing in the doorway then hit the gas. “It’s fine, who's that asshole?”

“That’s Lip, he’s my older brother.”

“How old?”

He reached over and plucked his boyfriend's cigarette from his mouth and took a drag, “He’s 23, he goes to the college uptown.” he leaned the seat back trying to relax. “He comes by every now and then to check up on us. Don’t worry about him.”

He turned to his boyfriend. He was so cute reclined in his seat like he owned it, still smoking his cigarette. All the anger he had disappeared like it was never there. He reached over and grabbed the cigarette from thin fingers. “Ok. You ready to go see a movie, think you owe me dinner now too.”

He laughed then reached over and touched his boyfriend's leg, “Yeah, I think that sounds like fun.”

“You bet it does.” he tossed the butt out the window and then turned on the radio. “I can be fun Kitten, just wait.” Dinner, a movie…they’re gonna be at the mall anyway. He should add ice cream and look for one of those stupid little photo booths where you make dumb faces. That would be the perfect place to give his boyfriend his gift. He couldn’t wait to see him smile. He liked getting him twisted and confused when he got out of line but to see him smile genuinely was super cute. That was when he wanted to lock him up and throw away the key the most. One day...

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“Wait…..ok now” Ian tilted his head then stuck out his tongue. A white light filled the little booth snapping their picture. He looked over at his boyfriend. “Come on Mick,” he grabbed his hand. “You said you were fun. The whole point of shit is to take stupid pictures,”

He rolled his eyes, “Fine.” He stuck out his tongue and flipped off the screen while Ian leaned in and kissed his cheek. When they were done the booth printed out a little photo strip. He looked over it and felt a warmth spread through his body. They looked like a real couple. This was real, he had a boyfriend and they were the couple that took cheesy photo booth pictures. God if Brett or Duncan were here he’d never hear the end of it.

“Here,” he handed the photo strip to his boyfriend, “so what next?”

Ian shrugged his shoulders. He didn’t go to the mall hardly at all. The shops were expensive and so was the food. He didn’t see the point if he couldn’t buy anything. “Uh..” he looked around. What was there even to do? “Whatever, you know this place better than me.”

“True. ok then lets gt you some more clothes.” He grabbed for Ians hand but the boy pulled it back. “What’s wrong?”

He didn’t realize he’d wrapped his arms around himself as if shielding his current self from the image he saw in the mirror the other day. “What’s wrong with the clothes I have now Mick?”

“Nothin, I didn’t mean it like that.” He walked up to Ian, “I just want to give you everythin and I thought clothes were a good place to start.”

“I don’t wear preppy clothes though. I like band t-shirts and graphic t’s not that store we went to the other day.”

He laughed and stepped back, “Is that it? So let me buy you that.” He looked around. “We can go to Hot Topic. They got band t-shirts right?” he looked back and Ian. “Does that work for you?”

He shrugged, this was so weird. Mickey wanting to buy him stuff. He didn’t like him for his money but it seemed like Mickey was trying to buy him. “You don’t have to buy….”

He reached for Ian’s hand gripping it tight, “I don’t have to do shit Kitten. I want to so stop makin it a thing and just have fun alright? That’s what a date is for. Fun.”

Miickey had a tight grip but he kinda liked it. It was firm in a way that made him feel like he wouldn’t just walk away from him. It had only been a few weeks since they started going out. It was a lot. Mickey was a lot. He wanted his attention, his time, him all the time. It was overwhelming but addicting. He’d never felt so special before. He was just waiting for the bubble to burst but Mickey’s firm grip made him think maybe this was real. Mickey was a senior after all, he’d be graduating at the end of the year, where as he would be moving to Sophmore. How serious could he really be about him?

“Yeah,” he smiled then pulled Mickey towards him. He leaned up and kissed his lips softly. “That sounds great.”

“Good.” 

**

1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,. Mickey had grabbed 8 shirts. He didn’t even ask, all he did was laugh at a saying on one. In the bag. After that, if he looked at it…in the bag. It was getting ridiculous. “Seriously Mick..” He leaned on the wall in front of a section of t-shirts. “You don’t have to grab everything I think is cool.” he laughed. “I love this whole store.”

“Ok?” He couldn’t actually buy the store or he would. “So what’s the big fuckin deal?” He held up the basket. “It’s just a few shirts. I told you I wanted to take you shoppin.”

“8 isn’t a few Mick, 2 is a few.”

“2?,’ he scoffed. “Just shut up and quit thinkin so much. You really don’t know how to be in the moment do ya?”

“Really?” He rolled his eyes, “Not all of us used to spendin $100 on clothes.”

He reached out and grabbed Ian by the wrist roughly yanking him so he was against his chest. “First off. Don’t roll your fuckin eyes. I hate that.”

“I..” Mickey’s grip was really tight. Tighter than before.

“Second, get used to it. You’re in my world now Kitten. If I tell you i’m gonna buy you somethin you take it. That simple. Mkay?”

“Fine,” he still didn’t feel comfortable. He didn’t know why. Mickey was his boyfriend, but it was hard lot to just accept and not question. He went to step back but Mickey was still holding onto him and staring at him. What did he want? “O..ok?”

“Good,” he let go of his boyfriend then walked over to a rack and looked back. “Was that so hard? C’mere.” Ian walked over to him and he had him pick out a few more things before they got to the register. 

He didn’t get it. Who didn’t like free shit? He was ready to buy this freakin kid the moon and instead of smiles like he usually got from people, he was met with awkwardness.

***

They hit several more stores and he could tell his boyfriend was nervous but slowly letting down his guard. That made him feel happy. Ian and him were from completely different worlds but that was about to change. He was bringing Ian into his life and he was never going to let him go. He could give a fuck less what anyone thought. Ian was his and he could do whatever he wanted with him.

“Ok…” he held up his hands after they left gamestop. “No more. I can’t let you spend anymore money Mick.” He held up the bag with a brand new Nintendo switch and several games. “I just want to spend time with you, you don’t have..”

He laughed and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, “I’ll say when it’s enough.” He looked at Ian’s eyes and saw nothing but adoration and it made his heart skip. “Fine, no more shoppin but… now I’m takin you out to dinner.”

His stomach rumbled at the word dinner. They had been walking around the mall shopping for several hours and he’d definitely worked up an appetite. “Now we’re talkin.” He leaned up and gave his boyfriend a kiss. “Lets eat.”

**

They sat next to each other as they waited for their food. He couldn’t help but stare as his boyfriend talked. It was so much of a change from the last time they went out. When they first met and he took him out to dinner he had his guard up, ow he was going a mile a minute complaining about his life at home.

“Sometimes it feels like they don’t even know I’m there.” Ian grabbed a biscuit and took a bite. “And when they do acknowledge me its when they want to boss me around.”

“Like your brother,” he chimed in happy to help Ian rant about his family. The more unhappy he was there the more he would stay with him. 

“Exactly,” he ripped off another piece of biscuit before the server came to the table dropping off a big bucket of seafood. “Holy crap Mick, what did you order?”

He laughed, Ian was so easy to impress, it was adorable. “This is a seafood restraunt Kitten. He reached out grabbing a bundle of crab legs and put them on a plate between them. “You ever have crab before?”

“Yeah, thats the shit that comes in the packs at the store right?” He started at the crab legs. They were much bigger than he pictured, this crab must’ve been huge. “My sisters made a salad with that before.”

He smiled wide and shook his head lightly, “Nah Kitten thats not real crab. It’s a mix of different fuckin fish. Real crab is much different. Here.” he grabbed the cracker and took it to the joint in the crab legs squeezing down until it cracked then pulled it apart. He grabbed the little fork pulling out the fleshy meat then dipped it in the garlic butter. He held the fork up to his boyfriend. “Try it.”

Ian blushed. He wasn’t a child who needed to be spoon fed. He reached for the fork but Mickey pulled his hand back. 

“Don’t be shy,” he leaned forward and wiggled his brow holding the fork in front of his boyfriend. Ian let out a deep sigh before leaning forward and taking the bite off the fork.

“Oh my god,” he sat back and wiped the butter off his lips and chin. “That’s fucking delicious.”

“Right?” Mickey pushed the plate towards his boyfriend. “Eat up Kitten.”  

Everytime he showed Ian something new he would get that look in his eyes. Uncertainty then joy. He had so much more to show him but first he needed to make Ian his for real. He had a surprise and he hoped Ian would react the way he wanted. He didn’t know what he would do if he didn’t. He’d been thinking about that night a few weeks ago under the stars. He told his boyfriend when they had sex it would be when he owned him and he meant it. He bought everything, he handled everyone and everything with money. Ian claimed not to care about it which made him happy. That made him want to shower him even more with nice things but what he bought for him….for them. Once he took it, it was a promise. A promise to stay by his side. To be his and only his. He wanted Ian to think about him and only him. To spend time with him and only him. He wanted to be his sun and moon, the center of his universe to the point not being with him would be to painful to even think about. 

Mickey kept staring at him, it was cute at first but now he was feeling nervous. He grabbed his napkin. “Is there somethin on my face?”

“What?” He’d been zoning out thinking of all the things he wanted to do with his boyfriend. He didn’t even realize he was staring. “No sorry kitten I was just thinkin is all. You ready to go?”

He smiled setting his napkin down. He wondered what Mickey was thinking about but decided not to ask. Apparently it was time to go. He didn’t want to go home yet. Listen to Lip complain about Mickey when he didn’t even know him. Age was just a number and he would need to get over it. “I guess. If you are.” He stood up. “This has been really nice Mick.”

He threw a benjamin down then a second for the hell of it. The server was nice and deserved whatever that $100 would buy. “You say that like you’re ready to go home.”

“Uh.. Isn’t that what you meant?”

“Nope. You’re comin back to my place. I have a surprise for you. Come on.”

Ian followed his boyfriend out of the restaurant and to the car. A surprise? What could Mickey possibly have planned that the hadn’t already done. He bought him at least $500 dollars worth of stuff and then that fancy dinner. 

When they pulled into Mickey’s driveway he was in aw again. He’d been here almost every other day since they starte dating but he was still amazed it was his boyfriends home. He followed Mickey inside and was greeted with a squeal.

“Iaaan,” Mandy ran over and wrapped her arms around him. “That asshole finally convince you to come live with us. It’s not like you’re over here all the time anyways.”

He laughed, “Hey Mands, pretty sure that’s not gonna happen.”

Mandy rolled her eyes, “Suit yourself.” She looked him over then the bags in his hands then turned to Mickey. “I thought you were takin him shoppin. He’s got like 4 bags.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Dont look at me. I tried but he didn’t want me to buy him anythin, getting that much was like pullin teeth aint that right kitten?”

He scratched his neck feeling hus cheeks burn, “Uh I’m not really a big shopper. This was way more fuckin money then i’d ever spend so I’m happy.”

Mandy reached out and pinched his cheek, “Aren’t you cute.” she stepped back. “That will change trust me. Nothin beats having anything you want but at least now I know you’re not with this dick for his money.”

“Mandy!”

“What? You’re datin a fuckin freshman of course I want to know the reason.” She looked at him. “No offense. Mickey usually has to pay for company.”

“I’m not with him for his money,” he snapped. “Uh..sorry. That came out wrong.”

“Dont apologize Mandy walked over to the hallway. “It’s nice.” She looked over at Mickey. “Try to play nice with the kid. He's a sweetheart.”

“Fuck you Mandy I’m always nice.”

“And I’m the queen of fuckin England.” Mandy looked at him. “You two have fun.”

He wanted to sink into the floor this whole conversation was making him very uncomfortable. He watched Mandy disappear down the hall to her part of the house then looked at Mickey. “I’m really not with you for your money.” He held up the bags. “We can take all this stuff b…”

“Holy fuck,” he snapped then snatched the bags from his boyfriend. “Don’t let that skank get under your skin. Believe it or not she likes you. I can tell.”

“Really?”

“Yeah ok. Whatever who cares about her.” He held up the bags. “None of this shit is goin back. I know you don’t care about my money. You made that clear but know this.” 

Mickey shoved the bags at him roughly causing him to step back.

“You will take what I give you and you will be happy about it. I’m tired of tryin to explain how I feel to you so just shut up and accept it. Can you do that?”

He glanced away from his boyfriend. Sometimes Mickey’s tone made him nervous.. He looked up locking eyes with his boyfriend. “Yeah Mick,” he smiled. “I can do that.”

“Good now come on. I been wait all fuckin night to give you your suprise.” Ian followed behind him, slower than he’d like. It was like he was nervous…maybe a little scared. Perfect, thats how he should be.

He walked into Mickey’s room and sat on the bed. Mickey shut his door then walked over to the dresser pulling out a box. 

He walked up to Ian. “You like me for me, that much I know. And I like you…a lot.” He cleared his throat then sat down next to Ian. “I know you worry about me goin to college and our age difference but fuck that shit. None of that matters to me understand?”

Mickey was being so serious and so raw right now, it was intense. “Yeah.”

“Good then tell me. Do you see this goin somewhere?”

“What?” What did that mean. They were dating so it was already somewhere. “I mean we’re datin right. We’re in a relationship so i don’t know what you mean.” He leaned back on his arms. “So yes?”

“No that’s,” he reached out and grabbed Ian’s hands lacing their fingers. “Do see us together in 5yrs? 10?”

His eyes went wide then he lowered his gaze. They hadn’t even been dating a month and Mickey was asking about years from now. What was he supposed to say? He liked Mickey a lot and he could tell the Senior liked him but did he really believe Mickey wouldn't move on in college? He was so hot and a football player and he was…a freshman waterboy. 

Ian was saying nothing and staring at the ground. What the fuck? “Fuck this then.” He stood up from the bed and tossed the box on his dresser. “Guess it’s time for you to go home.”

“What?” He snapped his head up. “Why? I want to be here.”

He rubbed at his nose then leaned against the closed door. “Do you? I asked you a simple yes or no question and nothin. Zip. Nada,” he made circle with his hand, “Fuckin zero so yeah, get the fuck up and get out. I’ll call you an uber.”

He stood up from the bed. “5yrs Mickey. T..Thats a long time. I don’t.” He hated that his boyfriend could take away his words. He stumbled around simple sentences. Deep breath. “We just started datin Mick. It’s barely been two weeks and you’re talkin about years from now.”

Ian stared at him expectantly. He was making a point. Maybe he jumped the gun with the timeframe. “Fine,” he narrowed his eyes fixing with Ian’s gaze. “1 yr. Do you see us bein together in 1yr?”

“Yes,” he blurted out. He could see that. He still had doubt. He felt like a pet project sometimes but other times it seemed like all of it was real. He sat back down on the bed. “ I can see that.”

A catlike smile crossed his cheeks. That was close. “That’s good kitten.” He walked over to the dresser grabbing the box. “I want you to promise me that.” He walked over to Ian and sat down reaching out to caress his face. “Promise me you’ll stay with me for a year, then after that year another year. That’s all I want from you.”

Mickey was basically restating his earlier question but he didn’t want to mess it up this time. “Ok, I promise.”

“You can’t leave me. No matter what.”

He laughed and reached up grabbing mickey’s hand and squeezing it, “Why are you bein so serious about shit? I’m not gonna leave you Mick. I promise ok.”

He pulled his hand free feeling like a kid on Christmas. He had his pet and he was ready to put a leash on him and keep him by his side. He promised. “Ok,” he shoved the box at Ian. “Open it.”

He wasn’t sure what Mickey had in his hand until it was in front of him. It was a small rectangular box. He could feel his pulse speeding up. “Mickey,” he looked up at his boyfriend.

“Open the damn thing,” he was getting impatient. 

He nodded then with a shaky hand pulled the box open. He nearly dropped it when he saw the pair of rings. One was a band with a line through it and three diamonds but the other one.. He looked up at Mickey. “This is a diamond ring.”

He rolled his eyes and reached out grabbing the box, “Yeah no shit Kitten i’m the one who bought it. Gimme your hand.” Ian just stared at him. “Really?” He snatched Ians hand. “You made a promise to me and this.” He pulled out the ring. “Is a promise ring.” He slid it on Ian’s finger then brought his hand to his mouth kissing the top. “Get it?”

He was still in shock. The ring on his finger had 9 diamonds and not small little ones like on the other ring. This was obvious. Diamonds, on him. Ian Gallagher. He couldn’t wear this. He’d get jumped.His family wouldn’t understand.. Or what if he lost it? “I can’t” he pulled his hand back and slid off the ring. “Mickey those are diamonds and I’m. I’m not…where I live I can’t just go around wearin fuckin diamonds and shit people. I can’t accept this.”

He sucked his lover lip biting it. He needed to breath. Deep breaths and calm thoughts. No. No isn’t a word is his vocabulary especially right now. He needed to be careful though. If he freaked out now it would cheapen the moment. Possibly ruin everything he been working towards. He could do this. “Kitten.” He leaned forward closing the distance between them with a passionate kiss. He fisted Ian’s hair then pushed him back on the bed.

One minute he was about to hand Mickey the ring the next his boyfriend was kissing him and he couldn’t breath.

He lifted climbed on top of his boyfriend straddling him then sat up so he was looking down at him. “Put on the ring.” he leaned down and pressed his lips against Ian’s collar bone. “Please. It’s your promise to me,” he whispered lifting his head enough to lock eyes with Ian. “Do it.”

He could barely think. Mickey was ontop of him and his lips were on his and neck. He felt his dick press against his jeans and his face flush. “W..what if i lose it?” he stammered as Mickey tongue moved in circles on his neck.

He sat up and smiled. “You won’t because you can’t. It’s our promise.” He reached next to them where Ian sat down the ring in the box and grabbed it out. “And if someone jacks it from you, I track them down.” He leaned down so he was eye to eye with his boyfriend. “And bury them 6ft deep so,” he held the ring in front of his boyfriend. 

He felt like a puddle under Mickey’s gaze, The intensity radiated in waves crashing against him. He reached out and grabbed the ring then slipped it on his finger. “Our promise.”

“Thats right,” he sat back and reached down tugging his shirt off and tossing it on the floor. “Now you’re mine right?” He reached down curling his fingers under the hem of Ian’s shirt. “No matter what?”

They’d fuck around a lot. Mickey would blow him, finger him and jack him off but he’d never seen the senior naked and he hasn’t been naked either. Mickey without his shirt on was short circuting his brain.

“No.Matter.What?” he repeated before pressing kisses up Ian’s chest as he guided his shirt up 

“Yeah,” he lifted his arms letting Mickey pull his shirt over his head. “No matter what.”

He licked his lips then climbed off the bed and walked over to his dresser. He grabbed his bottle of lube then walked over to the bed. “Get naked.” He reached down undoing his own pants the whole time keeping his eyes on his little boyfriend.

His hands moved with quickness undoing his jeans and tossing them aside. He watched as Mickey stripped off his pants then kicked off his boxers. He was nervous now, how would that thing fit in him. It was at least 8 inches. 

He climbed back on the bed and looked at his boyfriend. “I said get naked.” he reached down and snapped the elastic on Ian’s boxers.

He was too mezmarizde watching his sexy athlete boyfriend take his clothes off to even remember he had his boxers on. He pushed them off. “Sorry.”

He pushed Ian’s legs apart and stared at his dick, it wasn’t very big, maybe 5 inches but still cute. “Damn gallagher mm.” He licked his lips as his eyes moved down to the freshmans asshole. It was pink and small and untouched except by his fingers. His little kitten was a virgin and his cock was going to change that. He leaned down and licked across it.

“Huh,” he squirmed. He’d seen that in porn but it was kind of embarassing in real life. “You don’t gotta do..”

He lifted his head and looked at his boyfriend. “Shut up,” he crawled up planting kisses on alabaster skin littered with freckles until he was only inches from Ian’s face. “I do what I want to.” He leaned forward capturing Ian’s lips. He grabbed the lube still locked in a kiss and squeezed on his fingers. He pulled back. “And you just lie there and take it.”

His pulse was racing as he stared into blue eyes. This was his first time and he was already nervous but Mickey was amplifying it with his intensity. “O..ok,” he whispered then grabbed his boyfriends face pulling him back down into a kiss. He sucked on Mickeys bottom lips pulling it through his teeth as he raked his fingers though his hair. He felt the coldness of the lube on his hole. “Mm uh,” he gasped when Mickeys fingers entered him.

“You like that don’t you kitten.” He kept his gaze locked on Ian. The boys eyes were open then shut but he stayed looking at him as he moved his fingers. He wanted to photograph every movement, every expression.

He pulled his fingers out then sat back and stroked his cock, covering it with lube. He wanted Ian to see it. “I’m gonna fuck you now.” 

He was frozen yet his heart was pounding, This was happening, They were gonna fuck. Sex. It was really happening. He nodded his head then brought his hands down to grip the blanket.

He lifted Ians legs onto his shoulders then lined his dick up with his virgin entrance and started to press in.

“Ah,” he winced. Mickey’s dick was nothing like his fingers. It was big and kind of hurt. “It hurts,” he squeezed the blanket as his boyfriend pushed further in. “ahh Mickey it..”

He let Ian legs fall from his shoulder and leaned down. He ran his fingers through his hair then gripped it tight pulling him up into a kiss. 

“Huh,” Mickey’s grasp was tight but his lips were soft. He moved his hands from the blanket to his boyfriend shoulders and squeezed his eyes shut.

“Huuuh mm,” he groaned when he was fully inside Ian. His boyfriend hole was hugging his dick, tight and warm. Too tight. “Try to relax kitten. You’re gonna break it off.”

He was shaking. Mickey hadn’t even moved yet and he felt like he might pass out. “I..I didn’t think it would hurt like this,” he whined before kissing at Mickey’s jaw. “I’m sorry. Can we try it another time?”

He laughed, “No Kitten.” He pushed Ian back on the bed then leaned down and kissed at his neck. “Just relax. I promise I’ll be gentle. Do you trust me?’ he whispered.

He did. He trusted Mickey. They were this far. “Yeah Mick.” He closed his eyes and focused on the licks and small bites in the crook of his neck.

“That good Kitten,” he huffed. “I’m gonna move now.”

He reached for Mickey again keeping his eyes tightly shut. He felt Mickey move. “Mmm. ssss,” he hissed gripping firm shoulders.

“Huh mm,” Ian was trying his best. He pulled out then pushed back in and nails dug into his back. He groaned at the feeling and bit his boyfriends neck before snapping his hips.

“NNng..uh,” his toes curled. This was Mickey being gentle and it hurt. He was regretting this but he didn’t want to bitch out. “J..just do it,” he stammered. “Fuck me Mickey. Just do it.”

He lifted his head to look at his boyfriend. “Are you sure?”

He nodded, “Yeah.” It would probably feel better quicker if he just did it. “Fuck me.”

He smiled and sat back once again grabbing Ian’s legs and resting them on his shoulders. “You asked for it.” With that he thrust into his boyfriend feeling their bodies connected.

He brought his hands to his mouth to keep from screaming. “Ah uh..”

Mickey snapped his hips and kept fucking him. “Mmmm..” he relaxed as much as he could and suddenly the pain was replaced with something else. “Huuuh fuck huh..” He gripped the sheets and tossed his head to the side. “F,,fuck Mick huh..”

“Yeah?” He kissed at Ians thigh and he continued at a steady pace. He had the perfect view watching the pain turn to pleasure on his boyfriends face. The way he gripped the bed and his mouth hung open was like a drug. He wanted more. “You like that?”

“Mmmhmm uh,” He looked up at his boyfriend, he wanted to kiss him. He reached out and grabbed Mickey pulling him down and wrapping his arms around him. “I..Ilike it.”

“You feel so fuckin good kitten,” he licked at Ian’s ear. “Tell uh me to fuuck you.”

“Mm fuck me Mickey.”

“uhhh ,” he groaned thrusting hard and deep. “Say it again.”

“F..fuck uh f.fuck me M..mickey.”

He bit at Ian’s neck again. “Again but call me uh Daddy.”

Daddy? “O..ok,” he wrapped his legs around his boyfriend. “Fuck me….” it was too weird.

“Say it,” he licked at Ian’s neck.

“i..Its uh Mickey..”

He lifted his head and sat up. He stopped moving and stared down at his boyfriend.

“What?” he was trying to catch his breath. “W..why did you stop?”

“Say it.”

“What?”

He leaned down arms on either side of his boyfriends head, inches from his lips. “Say. iT.”

He didn’t see what the big deal was but Mickey seemed to be getting upset and he didn’t want to ruin their first time together. “Fuck me..Daddy.”

He snapped his hips and Ian reached for his shoulders. “Again.”

He locked eyes with Mickey. “Fuck me Daddy.”

He smiled, “ok Kitten.” he thrust into his boyfriend hard and steady once again entranced by his face and his expressions. “Say it again Kitten.”

“Uh..’ he squeezed Mickey’s shoulder digging in his nails, “fuck me Daddy.”

“Mmmm huh..” he was so close. Those words coming from Ian’s lips. He wasn’t going to be able to last much longer. He fell down closing the distance between them as he sped up rocking his hips. “Who’s your Daddy Kitten?” he said breathless as he pulled away from the kiss.

“Fuck uh..” he felt like he was about to cum. His body was tingly and his head was starting to cloud. “Mm y..you,” he stammered. 

“So close mm. I’m what?” He reached down and gripped Ian’s dick and moved his hand up at down wanting to bring him to climax first. “Say it uuh, I’m your what?”

“D..daaddy,” he moaned then closed his eyes taking in gasps off air as his orgams peaked. “Huuuuh,” 

Ian came in his hand and in one more thrust he came inside him. He sat back and held up his hand cum dripping from his fingers. “Hmm,” he needed to catch his breath too, “You’re mine Kitten,” he  licked across his hand letting Ian’s cum coat his tounge then leaned down smashing their lips together.

Tasting himself on Mickey lips was suprisingly sexy. He gripped his booyfriends face as he sucked on his tonuge and licked at his lips. “Mm Mickey,”

“Daddy,” he sighed before moving his head down to what was already a dark mark on Ian’s neck. He licked at it then kissed it before biting down hard.

“Ah,” he flinced. “N..not so hard Mick.”

He lifted his head. “Daddy.”

“What?” During sex was one thing. “Why do you keep sayin that,” he shifted and sat up feeling mickey slide out of him and rested his head against the headboard. “I said it when you wanted me to.”

He turned and climbed off the bed. “Because,” he opened his drawer and pulled out a pair off boxers and a tshirt. He closed the door then turned back to his boyfriend. “That's what I want you to call me.” He tossed the shirt to Ian then slipped on the boxers

He laughed catching the shirt. “You’re kiddin right?” He pulled the shirt over his head and was me with his boyfriends narrowed gaze. He looked away, sometimes it was like Mickey was looking through him he was so intense.

He grabbed his cigarettes from his nightstand then sat down on the bed. Ian was looking down again. He grabbed his face  so they were looking eye to eye. He leaned in and pecked soft lips. “Say it. Call me Daddy.”

If it’s what would make Mickey happy then fine. “Daddy.” He felt ridiculous.

“That’s right.” he lit up a cigarette and took a drag before handing it to Ian. “And who do you belong to?”

“Mick,” he took a drag then averted his gaze. “You’re bein really intense about shit right now and..” suddenly his head was pulled back as Mickey gripped his hair tight and stared ice into his eyes. He wanted to pull away but at the same time he didn’t.

He gripped Ian’s hair tight then grabbed the cigarette with his free hand and took a drag. “What did i tell  you to call me Kitten?”

It was so weird. Mickey’s voice was soft and low almost a whisper but the look in his eyes and the grip he had on his hair were hard and firm. He was so confused. Everything was fine so how was this moment happening?

Ian seemed to be spacing out in his own little world. “Hey,” he snapped and Ian’s eyes went wide. “I asked you a question. What?” he leaned in and licked Ian’s ear. “Did I tell you to call me?”

“D..daddy.” He hated how the words came out as a stutter but like that Mickey let go and leaned back on the bed.

“Exactly,” he smiled and took another drag before passing it to his boyfriend. “You think too much Kitten. I told you that before.” Ian grabbed the cigarette and he could tell by the slight tremor as he brought it to his lips he was nervous, scared. “That needs to stop.” 

He took a drag and tried his best to stay out of his head. It was questioning everything. Every word, every touch. He didn’t understand it. Mickey was staring at him and he knew he needed to say something. “Yeah..” he completely missed what his boyfriend said but he replied anyways.

“What?” he reached out and grabbed the cigarette back. “Why you look so fuckin nervous?”

“Yeah..”

He narrowed his eyes. Fuckin kid wasn’t even listening to him. “Ian!,” he snapped.

He blinked a few times then looked at his boyfriend. “Sorry Mi..” he paused. He didn’t know what to say or how to say it. Why was this happening? How was this happening? He said the only thing he knew would be ok to say. “I’m sorry.”

“You should be,” he turned his head to look at Ian. “I’m tryin to talk to you and you’re just ignorin me off in your own little world fuckin again.”

“I’m sorry.” he repeated.

He sat up putting out the cigarette then climbed over and ontop of his boyfriend. He leaned in and kissed his lips loving the confusion in his eyes. “You’re sorry what?”

“D.daddy,” he replied then reached up and grabbed Mickey pulling him down into a kiss. Kissing was easy. He didn’t have to think or question.

He kissed Ian for a second then pushed him away. “Now tell me what I want to hear Kitten.” He reached out and caressed Ian’s face. “Who do you belong to?”

“You M.. Daddy.” He saw Mickey’s eyes soften and it felt like he could breathe again. “You Daddy,” he repeated then pecked at Mickeys lips. “You.”

Chapter Text

Mickey dropped him off Sunday night. They spent the whole weekend together. It was nice for the most part. He and Mickey went out to eat both nights and even though his brain was screaming no, Mickey took him to Best Buy and bought him a laptop. They had a desktop at home so he didn’t need it but with one icy look, he changed his mind.

He walked in the front door, carefully setting the box on the counter before dropping his backpack to the floor.

“There you are.” He turned to see Lip coming from the bathroom. “What the hell Ian? Fiona’s been worried sick and why didn’t you answer my text messages?”

“I’m not a fuckin kid anymore Lip. If I wanna spend the weekend with my boyfriend then thats what I’m gonna do.” He didn’t have it in him to explain that Mickey took his phone after it went off 2 times. He told him he didn’t need to talk to anyone since he was there. The way Mickey looked at him sometimes made him feel like the most special person in the world. He loved that look. His eyes were soft and blue and his smile was bright and booming. It was enough to draw him in every single time. “Hmm,” he hummed thinking about his boyfriend.

“Yo Ian?”

He looked up at his brother. “Just drop it Lip,” he held his hand up. “I don't wanna fight with you. I just.” his brother walked over and grabbed his hand.

“Jesus Ian, what the fuck?”

He snatched his hand back. “What? Mickey gave it to me. It’s a promise ring.”

Lip scoffed, “No Ian a promise ring is like a $20 ring from a department store that…honestly that shit looks like an engagement ring. What the hell is this guy askin from you?” He reached out and grabbed his hand firmly. He gave in and let Lip look. “There are 9 fuckin diamonds on here. Do you know how much money that is?”

“Can I have my hand back?” Lip let go and he quickly grabbed his box off the counter. “It’s not my fault he’s rich and wants to buy me things.”

Lip laughed and peered at the box in his arms. “A laptop? A diamond ring? What’s next he gonna buy you a car?”

He glanced away, “I can’t drive Lip and it’s not..” he met with his brother's eyes. “It’s not a big deal, i don't understand why you’re makin it one. I have a boyfriend and he likes to buy me shit even when I tell him not to. Big fuckin deal.”

Lip rolled his eyes then pulled out the kitchen chair and sat down. “Sit with me kiddo..please.”

He took in a deep breath, setting his box on the counter, and sat across from his brother. “What man?”

Lip pulled out his cigarettes handing one to his brother. He lit it and passed the lighter. “Just hear me out.” he took a drag. “This Mickey is a Senior right?”

“Mmhmm.”

“I mean you’re 15.” he held a hand up, “Before you bite my head off the age isn’t what bothers me. It’s the gifts. No one just gives you a diamond ring without intentions.”

“I told you,” he took a drag. “It’s a promise ring. That’s the reason.”

“Yeeeah but the laptop, the bags of clothes, and more importantly.” Lip leaned back. “The way he talked to you the other day. I can’t pretend I didn't hear that disrespectful shit. Who is he to talk to you like that Ian? Why didn’t you tell him to fuck off?”

“I…..” he took another drag waiting for the nicotine to calm his nerves but it was futile. “I don’t know ok. I mean..he’s my boyfriend ok you don’t know him. You can’t judge him off of one time.” 

“Uh yeah, I can. I’m your big brother it’s my job to protect you and I’m tellin you, Ian. I don’t like him. I don't like how he talks to you and I don’t like him giving my 15yr old brother a diamond ring that cost more than my car. 

“Lip just..butt out. It’s not..”

“Just be careful ok and remember you’re a Gallagher. We don’t take shit, no matter who you are. I mean what if I talked to you like that? What would you do?”

He laughed, “I’d give you the finger and tell you fuck off, or punch you in the nose,”

“See,” Lip stood up and then patted him on the shoulder. “Don’t forget that. Hear me?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. It was nice that his brother cared about him even if he was wrong. Mickey liked him and liked to spoil him. He just got moody sometimes. That’s all.

One Week Later..

Ian stuck his phone in his pocket as he sat on the front stairs smoking a cigarette. Tonight he was going to a party with Mickey. Ever since they had sex his boyfriend has become more demanding, almost intimidating. It was hard to navigate him before but now he really wished Mickey came with instructions.

He’d been spending all his free time with Mickey. Instead of going home to do his homework, he would go to the bleachers put in his headphones, and do it during football practice. He didn’t know being in a relationship could be so tiring. He still didn’t like Mickey’s football friends so they didn’t talk for the most part. He was literally there for Mickey.

When Mickey told him about the party he really didn’t want to go. Maybe if it was just a party, but it was a fundraiser with a bunch of rich people. Brett, James, and Duncan were upper middle class but not in Mickey’s league but he realized they followed him almost everywhere so he was sure they would be coming tonight. He twirled the ring on his finger. His family acted exactly how he thought they would. After his talk with Lip, he was setting up his laptop when Fiona came in. Same talk different person. He’s tired of defending his relationship. They weren’t the ones dating Mickey so why did they care so much?

**

He pulled up to Ian’s house and saw his boyfriend sitting on the stairs. He looked so cute. He was wearing the outfit he picked out for him. It was a grey button-up with mid-length cuffed sleeves and black dress pants. He would fit perfectly in his world. 

It had been amazing the last week. They had sex several more times that weekend, he didn’t want Ian to leave but he was really worried about his family freaking out so he took him home. Now that Ian was officially his, he’s beginning to realize the claws he had before that he found endearing were starting to annoy him. Sometimes a little attitude was cute but for the most part, he just wanted Ian to shut up and do what he said. It really wasn’t that hard but words could only do so much.

He parked and waited. Ian saw him and smiled which immediately made his heart skip. He liked seeing his Kitten smile at him. He liked seeing his pout and being confused too. Everything about his little boyfriend was addicting.

Ian opened the door and sat inside.

“Hey Mick,” he leaned over and kissed his boyfriend. “How do I look?”

He really didn’t like Ian’s thought process when it came to calling him, Daddy. He didn’t think he’d like it outside the bedroom but he really really did. He pulled back. “What I tell you to call me when we’re alone Kitten?”

He glanced away. Sex made sense but it was hard to remember during regular interactions. He was trying but he forgot a lot. He looked up and gave a shy smile. “How do I look, Daddy?”

“That’s a good boy.” He reached out and grabbed Ian’s head pulling him into a deep kiss. “Mmm..taste so fuckin sweet kitten.” He pulled back and gave Ian a once-over. “You look sexy. I knew that outfit would work on you.”

He glanced away then back at his boyfriend. “I’m happy you like it.”

**

They pulled up to Mickey’s house but there were about 20 cars in his driveway. That wasn’t saying much. Mickey always drove up and parked in front of the door but his driveway went in a big circle around his house. He fiddled with his ring as he and Mickey walked to the door. He’d been here so many times but the idea of this Mansion filled with people was making him sick to his stomach.

He held the door open for his boyfriend then grabbed him by the wrist walking through.

“Mikhailo,” An older blonde woman walked up to his boyfriend giving him a hug. “How are you dear it’s been forever and a day.”

“Hi Mrs. Cromwell, I’m doing good. Just focusing on school and football. How are you?”

“Mikhailo how many times do I have to tell you to call me Ellis? I’m not that old.” 

“Yes Maam,” he replied before he was greeted by another voice. “Mikhailo.” Ellis's husband Vance reached out and shook his hand.

“How are you? Your father told me you’re looking into the University of Michigan that right?”

“Yes Sir, they have a strong curriculum and one of the best football teams.”

He was standing next to Mickey completely out of his element. The weirdest thing of all was his boyfriend. Maam? Sir? His boyfriend seemed like a completely different person. His eyes moved slowly around the room. Did all of these people know Mickey? There had to be at least 50.

“Very good,” Vance looked over at Ian. “Who’s that you got on your arm Kiddo?” 

“This is Ian. He’s my boyfriend.”

“Hmm, your father mentioned you were dating,” Vance replied. “As long as it doesn’t affect your studies.”

“Not at all, Sir. In fact, Ian is very focused on his studies as well so it works really well for us isn’t that right?” He turned to his boyfriend who seemed to be staring into space. “Ian..kitten.” he touched his shoulder.

He looked back at his boyfriend and was met with 3 sets of eyes staring at him. Shit. Why were they looking at him?

“Pleasure to meet you Ian,” the older man who was talking with Mickey reached out his hand. He grabbed it and smiled. “You too. I mean thanks. You too.”

Ellis laughed, “Well isn’t he adorable?”

His cheeks burned at the words. He wasn’t a baby, he wasn’t adorable.

“My name is Vance Cromwell and this lovely creature is my wife Ellis.”

Ellis walked up to him and gave him a hug. He froze until she pulled away.

“It’s so nice to see Mikhalio has someone special in his life.” She looked at Mickey. “Even if it’s not my precious April.”

“Now Ellis,” Vance grabbed his wife's hand. “Boys will be boys.” he turned to Ian. “I work with Terry. Been about 10 yrs now.”

“Terry?” Who was that? Was he supposed to know? “I don’t know who that is.”

He kept a smile painted on his face. Ellis and Vance were as annoying as they come. The perfect example of people pretending to be nice but being a wreck behind closed doors. Vance was a drunk and Ellis was having an affair. His parents weren’t around much but when they did it was nothing but gossip. He probably had dirt on every person in this room.

“Oh dear,”  Ellis brought the tips of her fingers to her lips. “I thought you said you were dating, how do you not know you’re boyfriend's Father?” She looked at Mickey. “April is still available. I know she’d adore you.”

What the fuck? He was standing right there. This woman had no shame.

Mickey squeezed his boyfriend's hand. “Thank you Ma'am but Ian and are perfectly content. As for my Father, the two have yet to meet. That’s why I brought him tonight.”

He turned to his boyfriend. “Wait what?”

“Come on Kitten,” he squeezed Ian’s hand tighter then started to pull away. “You two have a nice night,” he called waving off the clingy couple. He looked over at his boyfriend. “I told you about my Father. I told you where he worked and I’m damn sure I told you his fuckin name,” he hissed lowly increasing his grip.

“I..Ow,” he went to pull his hand free but MIckeys grip was like a vice. “Mickey that hurts stop.”

He narrowed his eyes and then let go of his boyfriend's hand. “Do you even listen when I fuckin talk to you?” His boyfriend averted his gaze. “Of course you don’t. Look who I’m talkin to, fuckin idiot. You really piss me off, you know that. Come on.”

Mickey went to grab his hand again but he pulled it back earning him an icy cold stare he hadn't seen before. He didn’t want to be here anymore. He could feel his eyes prickle, Fuck when did he become such a crybaby?

Ian pulled away from him and he looked like he was going to cry. He pinched at his nose. “You’re about to meet my parents and you look like someone shot your dog.”

 Mickey was making him feel super uncomfortable and he didn’t want to ruin the party. “Mickey I think..”

He was over this. He reached out and grabbed Ian’s arm pulling him into the hallway. “Can you just shut the fuck up? All you have to do is fuckin  smile and say hi to people but even that seems out of your league.”  He was already annoyed being here and now Ian was being a bitch. “What did I tell you about thinkin huh?” He reached out and grabbed his boyfriend's face. “Don’t. You don’t need to think. Just fuckin listen to what I say and do as you’re told.”

He wasn’t going to be talked to like this. He couldn’t allow it. Mickey was rude and made him feel small sometimes but he’s never talked to him like this before. He wasn’t sure what would happen but if Mickey ended it, then so be it. “Fuck you! Don’t touch me asshole” he shouted then roughly pushed Mickey so he could move away. He ran back out into the main room. There were so many people, it felt like all eyes were on him. He looked for the clearest path in his head then started to walk when he felt hands wrap around his waist.

He could taste blood because he was seething. What the fuck was that? Ian pushed him and now he wants to leave. Not gonna happen. Ever. He doesn’t walk away from him. “Where the fuck do you think you’re goin hmm?” he leaned down and whispered in the freshman's ear. “Did you really think you could just run away from me Kid?”

He could feel it, just the slightest tremble in his hands. “L..let go. I’m d.done with this.”

He laughed, then kissed his boyfriend on the cheek. “Relax Kitten, you’re shakin. Are you scared of me now?”  Please say yes. Ian trembling in his arms, he wanted it. The more scared he was the easier he would be to comfort.

Yes. He was scared, nervous, anxious, and all of the above. He wanted to leave. “Please Mickey,” he said softly. “I just want to go home.”

Not gonna happen. “No. I brought you with me to meet my parents.” Someone looked over at him so he waved and kissed Ian's cheek again. “So stop with this little tantrum, you’re hurtin my feelins.” He let go of Ian’s waist and quickly spun him around. “I just wanted to show you off, Kitten. Is that so bad?” He grabbed Ian’s hand with his ring gently then lifted it to his lips then to his cheek nuzzling against it then looking down at him. “Please don’t go.”

How was this possible? His head hurt he was so confused. Mickey just called him an Idiot and basically stupid now he was staring at him with his dark blue eyes like an ocean pulling him back in. “I’m just gonna ruin your night.” He looked away. It was true he didn’t belong here and he already pissed Mickey off more than he ever had. 

“C’mere,” he pulled Ian against him then closed the distance with a kiss. People could stare, it was his house. They could fuck off if they didn’t like it. He wasn’t letting Ian get off that easy. If he went home he could easily get him back but he wanted to prove a point.

He sighed relaxing into the kiss. Why couldn’t he always feel like this? The kiss was simple and passionate. Shouldn’t it always be like this?

He pulled back and smiled at Ian, “Come on Kitten. I really want you to meet my parents.” He reached down for Ian’s hand.

He stared at Mickey trying to decide what he should do. He basically apologized right? He wanted him to meet his family, that’s why he brought him here. “O..Ok.” he grabbed Mickey’s hand and his boyfriend laced their fingers.

**

“Kitten this is my Mother Mia, and this is Terry,  my father.”

“Nice to meet you,” he reached out his hand “Terry”.

“Same to you…..”

“Ian,” he replied. Mickey introduced him as Kitten. It was embarrassing. “Ian Gallagher.”

“Gallagher?” Terry mused. “Any relation to Frank Gallagher?”

Of course, they knew Frank. He fucked over so many people but he didn’t think his reach would go this far. “Uh…yeah. He’s my Dad.”

“Hmph,” Terry laughed. “We went to college together but he dropped out after the first year. He never was very smart. Hopefully, you don’t take after him. Mikhailo is goin places.” Terry's gaze changed turning more into a glare. “He doesn’t need things getting in the way of his studies..”

“Terrence stop,” Mickey's mom smiled at him. “Don’t mind him.” She wrapped her arm around his shoulder and then started to walk him over to a couch.

“He’s just concerned for Mickey. He’s never brought someone to meet us before.”

Mia turned on the couch to face him. “You must be pretty special Ian. Mickey’s never been good with people, he has a hard time makin friends. Most of the kids his age want something from him.” She reached out and touched his hand with his ring. “You’re not like that are you Ian? You care about my son.” She tapped the ring. “Not his money.”

He pulled his hand back. “I’m not some gold digger Mrs. Milkovich.” he was so annoyed. Between Lip and now Mickey’s parents. Why was he even here? Mickey’s parents hated him. “Just because I don't have money doesn't mean I’m after yours.”

“That’s good to..”

He didn’t want Mickey's money, his clothes, or his stupid ring. He wanted him. “Here,” he pulled off the ring placing it in front of Mickey’s mother. “I didn’t even want it. I tried to give it back so just keep it.” He stood up and walked swiftly passed Mickey and Terry. He needed to find the bathroom. He wasn’t going to leave but maybe he could wait out the party. Once it was just him and Mickey everything would be ok.

*

He reached out to stop his boyfriend but he walked right passed him. “What the hell Mom?” He walked over to the couch. “What did you say to him?”

“Nothin I just want to protect you.” She stood up, “There are so many people who are just goin to use you Mikhailo.” She held up the ring. “I don’t think you’re boyfriend is one of them. He told me he didn’t even want this. He tried to give it back to you. A $3k diamond ring” She set the ring in his hands and then closed it. “Go on back to the party baby.” His mom kissed his cheek and then walked away.

He didn’t want it? This was their promise and he just took it off and dismissed it? What the actual fuck?  His parents might see this as a good thing but they were wrong. This was the nail on the coffin for the night. He walked into the main hall and scoured the crowd for his boyfriend but he was nowhere to be found. Did he really fucking leave? He pulled out his phone.

Daddy 7:30pm : Where the fuck are you? Did you really leave?

He felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He didn’t find the bathroom but he did find a study. No one was in it and the doors were open so he went in and sat down on the couch. Hopefully, the party, if you could call it that didn’t spread through the house. 

He looked down at his screen and sighed. 

Kitten 7:32pm : No. I just needed some space. Are you still with your parents?

He smiled as he read the message. Of course Ian wouldn’t leave. He had the chance earlier but became putty in his hands. 

Daddy 7:35pm : Meet me in my room. You know where it is. Hurry up, I don’t like waiting.

He reread the message several times before standing up from the couch. Did that mean they were done for the night? He and Mickey could hang out, smoke weed, and play video games. He backtracked until he got to the main hall. He knew from here how to get to Mickey's room. He walked down the long hallway until he reached Mickey’s living room, then his room. He knocked lightly then walked inside shutting it behind him. Mickey was sitting on the bed staring at the ground twirling something in his fingers. “I’m glad that’s over,” he walked up and put his hands on his boyfriend's shoulders. “I don't think your parent like..”

“Get the fuck away from me,” he snapped. He wasn’t going to just sweep this under the rug. He couldn’t. Everything that happened tonight was inexcusable.

He flinched then stepped back. What did he do now? He unconsciously brought his arms up wrapping around his waist. “Why are you mad?”

“Why?” He stood up from the bed. “First you embarrass me in front of family friends cause you’re too stupid to remember my Dad's name. Not to mention bein a god damn space cadet. Am I that borin?”

Mickey stepped close to him so he stepped back. “I..I’m sorry Mi..”

“You call me by name Gallagher and...” he took in a deep breath still staring his boyfriend down.

It was the same look as downstairs. Mickey’s eyes.. didn’t seem blue anymore. “I…i’m sorry D..daddy,” he could barely make out a sentence.

“That’s right now where was I? Oh..” He walked closer to his boyfriend causing him to back up against the door. “That’s right you ignorin me. Dumb idea but runnin away from me, lyin to me tsk..” he shook his head. “Even dumber. Did you really th…”

Lie? He didn’t lie about anything. “I never…”

“SHUT UP!” He backhanded his boyfriend hard enough he felt the sting. “Don’t interrupt me.”

It happened so fast he wasn’t prepared for it. He didn’t understand it. His legs felt weak beneath him as he slid down to the floor. Mickey just hit him. His brain couldn’t comprehend it. Sure he was an asshole but…his eyes welled with tears and he looked up at his boyfriend. “Y..you hit me.”

He did it. He really did it and it felt good. He rolled his eyes then reached down grabbing Ian by the neck and lifted him to his feet. “And?” he raised a brow at his sniveling boyfriend. How cute. “You think I’m done?” He let go of Ian and he started to slide back down. “Stand up.”

He wanted to curl into a ball. Be anywhere but here. Mickey was shouting at him but he just wanted to disappear. Maybe if he wished hard enough he would. It was a stupid thought but right now it was all he could come up with to escape.

Ian was still not listening to him. He reached down snatching his boyfriend by the hair and gripped tightly starting to pull.

“Owwww,” he shouted, clawing at Mickey’s hand. “Mickey stoppp please.”

“Then stand the fuck up.”

“O..Ok.” He started to stand up and Mickey let go of his hair. He leaned against the door his whole body shaking. He couldn’t meet his boyfriend's gaze. “I..I wanna go home,” he whispered almost inaudible.

“You really think you can leave me?” He grabbed Ian, turned him, and tossed him onto the bed. 

It was like he was a ragdoll to Mickey. He weighed nothing compared to him. He needed to get the fuck out of here. Lip was right. Mickey was bad and he was fucking stupid.  Mickey could..”ahhhhhh f..fuck off,” he screamed when he felt Mickey's hand hit his face again. His boyfriend was sitting on top of him. “P..p..please Mi..” slap. He brought his hands up to cover his face then just let go, tears spilling like a broken dam.

Ian was crying beneath him. It was like a drug. The utter control he felt at that moment was better than drugs. He wanted to hit him again and again and again until he learned how to behave. “Move your hands.”

He shook his head. “Please i..i..i’m sorrrry,” he coughed on his tears. He felt so small.

“If you don’t move your fuckin hands I’m gonna do somethin else.” He sat back and slid off his belt then brought it up to Ian’s face. “Do you want this instead?” he ran the leather down his boyfriend's arm getting a sick thrill. “Huh?”

He thought he would hyperventilate with how hard he was crying. Was this really happening? How was this a reality right now? How did they get here? Why was this happening? Slap..“Ahhhhhaa,” there was a slap to his side. “D..daddy pleeeease I'm s..ssory.”

“Move your hands!” He smacked Ian’s side again. The crack of the belt filled the room. 

He’d never gone this far before. Sure he liked to fight and he’d knock around his friends if they got too annoying but this was new to him. He knew downstairs he wanted to hit Ian but he couldn’t. Not there. Now he was here and he could do whatever he wanted. Ian couldn’t escape him and if he tried he would bring him right back. That’s how this relationship would work. A time like this where he could put fear into his boyfriend and make him cower at the sound of his voice, he’d been waiting weeks for this. For an excuse, for the moment…for himself to take the leap. And he did.

O…ahhaaa.. Ok.” He moved his arms but kept his eyes squeezed shut.

“Good boy.” He tossed his belt aside then leaned down and kiss his boyfriend's lips. “Open your eyes.”

He couldn’t. He couldn't look at Mickey because then this would all be real. Instead, he continued to sob.

He grabbed his boyfriend's face gripping it tightly. He could feel the wetness from his tears and the warmth from his slaps. “OPEN YOUR FUCKIN EYES,” he said darkly.

He was so scared. He’d never been this scared in his life and he’d been through some shit. He couldn’t do it. “I..I’m scared,” he choked out wanting to move his arms back up to his face.

“You should be Kitten,” he kissed Ian's jaw. “Because you’re mine, now open your eyes. I’m not gonna ask you again.”

He slowly blinked his eyes open to Mickey's face. He was smiling, his eyes followed suit. Nothing like moments before. He couldn’t stop and reached out grabbing Mickey and crying. He needed comfort and right now Mickey was the only one he could get it from.

He laughed, “You’re so fuckin cute Kitten.” He kissed Ian’s neck and felt his boyfriend turn to give him better access. He sucked on his freckled skin and bit down causing Ian to flinch. He sat back down and stared at his beautifully broken boyfriend. Ian was staring at the wall like it was the only thing in the room. Time for the tape and glue. “Hey,” he said softly, reaching out and turning Ian’s head to face him. The marks on his face were turning a dark purple. Like paint on a white canvas. His masterpiece. He loved it. “You’re ok, Kitten. Come on.” He climbed off his boyfriend and then lay down on the bed sitting up against his headboard. “C’mere. Pleeease?”

His body moved without his permission. He crawled over to his boyfriend. How could he be so….calm? Happy…comforting? “I..i’m sorry,” he whispered again before nestling against Mickey’s side. 

“Shh..” he ran his fingers through soft hair then rolled over so he was on top again. “You’re ok Kitten. It’s over now. It’s just you,” he leaned down and pecked soft lips. “And Daddy now..” he moved his hand down Ian's body before palming his dick through his pants.

“Hmm,” he gasped at the touch. His body hurt. His side so much from where Mickey hit him with his belt. His face throbbed but Mickey’s hand on his dick felt amazing. 

“I’m gonna take care of you Kitten.” He unbuttoned his boyfriend's shirt and then tossed it aside. He kiss down his chest until he came to the thick dark marks from his belt and it made his dick twitch. He locked eyes with his boyfriend and then licked up the marks before making his way further down. He undid Ian’s pants then pushed down his boxers sucking his dick into his mouth. “Hmmm.” he hummed.

“Huh mm.” He gripped at the blankets. Mickey knew how to use his tongue. His boyfriend has yet to ask him to do it. Fuck it was good.

He could hear his boyfriend moan and gasp above him. He grabbed his hand then placed it on his head and pushed down.

Was Mickey telling him to fuck his mouth? Should he do that? What if he was reading it wrong? What if he did it and Mickey got mad and hit…he suddenly felt extremely nauseous. He pushed at Mickey.

What now? He lifted his head. “WhaT?”

“I..I think I'm gonna be sick.”

“What?” He climbed off the bed and walked over to his bathroom door. “Don’t just sit there.”

He quickly climbed off the bed and ran to the bathroom barely making it before he threw up.

“You ok?” He went to touch his boyfriend but he flinched away still coughing.

It’s ok. He was prepared. He wasn’t expecting this to be easy. He wanted to teach his boyfriend to behave and put fear into him but he also wanted to be the person he sought for comfort. Only then would their relationship be completed. He walked over to the bathtub then turned on the water then the jets.

He looked over at his boyfriend. He was drawing a bubble bath. If you could call it a bath. It looked like a jacuzzi. How’d he miss that before? He really must not pay attention.

“Come on Kitten.” He walked back over to his boyfriend wiping his mouth with his shirt. “Trust me the hot water will feel good.” He helped Ian to his feet. He had Ian brush his teeth then stripped him of the rest of his clothes.

He stepped into the tub. The water was hot but Mickey was right. It felt nice. He sat down and brought his knees to his chest trying his best to hold back his tears his body shaking. What did he get himself into? Could he get out? He froze when he felt a washcloth on his back.

“Relax Kitten,” he cooed as he washed his boyfriend's back gently. He leaned against the tub. “Stop thinkin so much. Doesn’t this feel good, the warm water?”

He slowly unclenched his body sliding into the tub. “Yeah,” he said softly. Mickey was now looking down at him. 

He reached out and caressed his boyfriend's face before standing up and stripping off his clothes.

He felt nauseous again seeing his boyfriend naked. He always found him sexy and he knew how athletic he was but at this moment he seemed gigantic. He was the guy who could literally toss him like he was paper. He could rip him apart if he wanted to. 

He could see the fear filling his boyfriend's eyes. That time was done for now. This was about putting his pieces back together. “Relax and scoot up.” Ian did and he sat down behind him before pulling him back against him. The water was hot but his boyfriend was shaking. He pushed Ian just enough that he could lean back then Ian could lean on him. He wrapped his arms around him. “You’re ok, Kitten. Don’t go back there right now.” He ran his hands up his sides. “Be here in the bath with me. Right now hmm?” he leaned in and nibbled at Ian’s neck. “Please?”

Mickey’s touch was so gentle and his words were needy. He liked that. He tried to push things away and focus on the warmth of the water and Mickey’s gentle touch. How could he leave now? Mickey’s body was like a pillow, firm but soft at the same time. Just right. He didn’t know what to do or say. He was afraid. If he said the wrong thing what would happen? So he said nothing, just listened like he was supposed to.

“Kitten, look at me.”  Ian slowly turned and looked at him. “RE…LAX. I’m thinkin after this we should get some food. I know you haven’t eaten probably why your gettin so sick. I know you got nerves but still. You need food.” He wrapped his arms around Ian staring lovingly into his eyes. “We can get anythin you want. Anythin?”

He was hungry and Mickey was right. He didn’t normally get sick but he hadn’t eaten anything but a pop-tart and that was like 10 am. “Whatever you want.”

“No Kitten,” He nuzzled at his boyfriends neck. “Whatever you want. I want to give you everythin. If you could eat one thing right now what would it be?”

He would probably eat something warm and comfortable. “Uh probably ramen.”

He could work with that. He was pretty sure Ian had never had actual ramen. At a ramen house. Plus then he could have sushi.

“Ramen it is. When the water gets cold we’ll get dressed and go. I know the perfect place, sound good?”

“Yeah,” he was starting to feel better. This felt more like how they were supposed to be.

“You ever try sushi?” he threaded his fingers through Ian’s. “You’re gonna try it. There are a few different kinds. Just try em and if you don’t like them thats cool. Gotta try everythin at least once right? Life would be pretty borin if not don’t you think?”

He laughed, “I never tried it but I will.” He turned and looked at his boyfriend. His toothy white smile and sparkling eyes. He slowly averted his gaze.

“Wait,” he touched Ian’s face. “I love you.”

He forgot how to breathe. Did Mickey finally say those 3 words? Now..after. No.. he didn’t want to go back there. He wanted to be in the moment just like Mickey said. At this moment his boyfriend looked at him like he was the only thing in the world. “I..I love you too Daddy.” He didn’t stumble this time. 

He leaned down and captured Ians lips in kiss before reaching around and grabbing his dick.“Mmm…Love that you love me Kitten.” He moved his hand up and down causing Ian to push back against his chest. “Let me hear you Kitten…purr for me.”

“Huhh mm nnn..” he curled his toes and got swept up in the feeling. “Huuuh.” He came fast but everything was so intense. They just said they loved each other.

He dipped his hands in the water then reached over and started the drain. “Come on. Let's get dressed and we can go get some ramen.”

**

They got dressed, Ian put on a pair of joggers and a t-shirt he had for him and put on his shirt from earlier and a pair of jeans, and his belt. He thought about the mark on Ian’s skin lingering under his t-shirt. Something only they knew, only he could see. He shouldn’t get this much pleasure from it. He was well aware but that didn’t stop it from being the case. He laughed to himself and then turned to his boyfriend who was sitting on the bed. You could see visible hand prints on his face. Fuck. He wanted to take Ian out but he couldn’t go like that. Maybe he should just stick with the belt from now on.

Mickey was staring at him. His stare wasn’t cold more curious. “E..everythin ok?” He shifted feeling his heart start to race. He did everything right so why was he staring at him?

“I told you to relax Kitten everythin's fine.” He walked over to his boyfriend and could see his body tense. He needed to get that under control. He sat down next to him. “Punishment,” he said plainly. “That’s all that was. You’re not in trouble now.”

He wanted to scream but instead, he turned to look at Mickey. “Punishment? You hit me again and..” he stood up feeling his sadness turn to anger. “And again. W..what the hell is wrong with..” He stopped when Mickey stood up next to him.

“It’s exactly what I said, you piss me off or fuck up you get punished.” He turned and walked over to the dresser where Ian’s ring was then back over to him. “Tell you what.” He grabbed his hand and slid the ring on. “I’ll give you a warnin.”

“What?” he pulled his hand back wanting to toss the ring and run. “Are you insane?”

“See that.” he rubbed at his nose. “That would be considered bad in my book.” he grabbed Ian’s face but not roughly caressing the mark on his face. “You don’t talk back to me. Ever. Ok?”

He should leave but his feet wouldn’t move. Mickey stared at him, his soft voice mixing the messed up things he was saying but mostly his hand on his face. All he could think about was being smacked. He wanted to stand up for himself. He wanted to tell Mickey he can’t treat him this way and just leave but he couldn’t. Not while they were alone at least. “Ok, Daddy.” He would be good until he could get the fuck out. After he would go home and figure everything out. He’d hide in his room until the bruises were gone then maybe talk to Fiona about switching schools. He couldn’t see Mickey every day once they broke up. “Let’s go. I’m hungry.”

“Well ok,” he smiled then remembered his thought before this little conversation. “Not yet. Can’t have you lookin like that.” He picked up his phone. It was about 9 pm. His sister would be in her room by now. She was always the first one there and the first to leave. He opened his door. “MANDY!” he shouted. Nothing. He turned to Ian, “Come on.”

He stood up from the bed and followed his boyfriend to the hallway where there was another door. He opened it and there was another full-size livingroom. How do people actually love like this?

They walked down a hall to Mandy's door where he could clearly hear south park. That made him smile. She was just like Mickey. They both were closet nerds.

“Mandy,” he banged on his sister's door.

“Ugggggh.” Mandy opened the door “What?”

He turned and pointed at Ian, “We’re gonna go have dinner so you think you could like fix him for me?”

Fix him? Like he was a broken toy, not a person?

“What are you?” Mandy turned to him and he couldn’t stop the tears that fell. “Jesus fuckin Christ you psycho.” She grabbed him by the arm pulling him into her room then shut and locked the door.

“Come on over here honey.”

 He nodded and followed her over to a black chair and sat down. He watched her grab a bag from her bathroom and then come back in. She grabbed a chair from her vanity and brought it in front of him. 

“That fuckin prick,” she huffed pulling out her makeup bag. She leaned in and pressed a sponge to his face.

“Ahh,” he hissed because it stung so much.

“It’s gonna hurt.” she looked back at the door shaking her head then back at him before continuing. “What on earth did you do Ian?”

His eyes watered.

“No.” she grabbed a tissue and handed it to him. “If you cry the makeup will smear. It’s not dry yet. “It’s ok you can talk to me.”

Was this a trap? Did Mickey want her to test if he would tell? How could he trust her? “I’m fine. It won't happen again.” That he knew for a fact.

“So you’re gonna leave him..good.” She gave him a sweet half-smile. “He doesn’t deserve you, not after this. I’m almost done.” She pulled back. “There..not bad. I think it’s the best I can do.” She stood up. “You know Ian you can stay with me. I’ll get you a ride home. You don’t have to go back out there.”

No. He was going to see this through. He was gonna go to the restaurant with Mickey and break up with him. For some reason actually thinking of breaking up just now hurt his heart. He told him he loved him and in the moment he loved him too. That’s why he responded. He thought maybe this horrible experience was a one-off but then what Mickey said about punishment. He wasn’t going to be his punching bag, No way. “It’s ok Mandy. Thanks though.”

“Mkay well, my door's always open and here,” she grabbed her phone. “Gimme your number. You can text me anytime ok?”

They exchanged numbers and he waved goodbye before stepping out the door where Mickey was waiting.

“Look at that,” he smiled staring in aww. “You look good as new Kitten. Let’s get that food now.”

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He had no idea Ramen could taste like this. It was amazing and warm. Everything was delicious and distracting. Mickey ordered them sushi and then showed him how to eat it. He was patient and cute about it, flashing that bright white smile the whole time. It was wearing down his resolve. His plan was to leave as soon as they got here but he got swept along.  

He’s could do this. He was a Gallagher. Lip was right. He wouldn’t put up with being treated that way. If he didn’t do it now though, he wouldn’t ever do it.  . “Mickey.” he took a deep breath trying to appear as calm as possible even though his heart was racing. “I’m not gonna do this anymore. I can’t.”

He dropped his chopsticks and eyed the freshman searching his face for anything he could work with, but it was stone cold. “Do what? The fuck are you talkin bout Kitten?”

He reached for his ring and set it on the table. “We’re done. This was a bad idea from the beginnin and I can’t..” fuck. He could feel the tears in his eyes but he was trying so hard to be emotionless. Why wasn’t it working? He cleared his throat “It’s just over ok. You and me, it was a bad idea.”  He went to stand up but Mickey grabbed his hand.

“Don’t.” He stood up and then walked over to his boyfriend. “Don’t fuckin say that.”

He jerked his hand back “I...I mean it. I can’t….tonight.”

“Fuck fuck FUCK!” he kicked the table earning him glares from the other couples in the restaurant. He could fix this. He just needed to talk to Ian alone. He reached out for Ian but the boy stepped back “Come to the bathroom with me, we can talk. Please”

“What? No” He averted his gaze. “I’m not goin anywhere with you Mickey.  This is done.”

“You can’t..fuck,” he fell to his knees. “Ian please.” He looked up at his boyfriend. He moved too fast. He exploded when he should have just shot off a warning. Tested the waters instead of swimming without a care in the world. Ian couldn’t leave him. Ian…he loved him. He was the only one who saw him. Saw behind his mask. Nobody else made him smile. Ian cared about him and not his money. He said he loved him too. He can't just take that from him. He can’t leave him! “Please don’t fuckin do this to me.”

Mickey was on his knees staring up at him, pleading. People all around the restaurant were staring. “Mickey get up. Come on this is…” he glanced away. This was not what he unexpected. If anything he thought he’d explode, freak out. After tonight he didn’t know what to think but that’s why he wanted to do it in public.

He could give a fuck less if people saw him. He was not going to let Ian walk away from him. It wasn’t an option. It just wasn’t. “Kitten please, I’m so sorry. I love you.”

Against everything his mind was screaming, his heart guided his eyes to the sad blue ones staring up at him.

“You’re the only one I ever said that to. I need you kitten.” He felt his own eyes water. “I fuckin need you. Don’t do this, don’t leave me.”

Mickey Milkovich, trust fund kid and captain of the football team was literally groveling at his feet. Mickey didn’t seem to care that they were in public. He looked like he was about to cry… Did he really care about him that much? He looked so broken, exactly like he was feeling. He didn’t want this. He wanted Mickey to get upset and call him names and make him feel worthless so he could storm off and say fuck you, not be on the floor of a ramen house begging him to stay for the whole world to see. “Mick just..” he reached down and touched the senior's shoulder. “Just get up off the floor. It’s probably got diseases and shit come on.”

Ian’s eyes had softened. His voice no longer had a bite. He was reeling him back in. “Not until you tell me you’ll stay.” He turned and snatched the ring off the table. “Ian Gallagher. I love you.” He grabbed Ian’s hand from his shoulder and gently slid the ring on his finger where it belonged. “You can’t leave me, no matter what. You promised.” He laced their hands together. “Right Kitten? You promised me.”

Why can’t he just walk away? Mickey on his knees was just a sight he never thought possible. He was just a freshman so why did this Senior want him so much? “Why me? Why do you need me? What is so special about me?”

He laughed, “It was always you Kitten. Moment I laid on you.” He sat back on his knees and wiped his eyes staring up at his boyfriend. “I l fuckin love you.” he wiped at his eyes. Fuck. “Now that I know that I can’t see my life without you in it. Don’t..don't leeave me. Don’t you love me? You fuckin said you loved me too. Was that a lie?” Ok, he didn’t plan for it to go this far but once he started he couldn’t stop. A tidal wave of emotion just spilled out and now he was crying like a bitch. Another side of him that only Ian would see. Secretly he made him weak.  “Do you love me?”

“Fuck..Yes, Mickey ok just get up,” he pulled his hand away and then sat back down. Mickey was still on the floor looking at him. “I mean it...get up.”

He stood up, wiped his eyes then his pants, and sat down. He reached out across and grabbed Ian's hand and lifted it to his lips. “I love you, Kitten. You can’t ever leave me.”

“I…” he sighed. How did this get so fucked up? His plan went out the window and it scared him. He was so sure he could do it but seeing Mickey that vulnerable. “I’m not gonna leave you ok.”

“I mean it,” he repeated. “You can't EVER leave me. Promise me.” He laced his fingers with Ian’s. “Kitten promise me.”

“I promise ok can we just…..Mickey this is embarrassin. Let’s just finish eatin and you can take me home.”

“Stay the night…please.”

Mickey looked like a kicked puppy. He was clearly sorry. “Ok….but I wanna play video games.” He squeezed Mickey’s hand gently feeling his words catch in his throat. “That's what I wanted to do earlier.” He pulled his hand back bringing both of them into his lap. He was trying so hard not to think about what happened. “Just play video games and smoke weed..” he whispered.

His boyfriend seemed to have lost every ounce of confidence in a matter of seconds. He didn’t want that right now. He wanted Ian to feel like he had the upper hand.

He smiled, “Whatever you like Kitten. We can play video games all night it that’s what you want. Just tell me and I’ll do it.”

He laughed because Mickey always said that. He wondered if it was really true or just something he said to appease him. He didn’t know if any Whatever you want, whatever you like, anything for you. He wasn’t sure if Mickey’s words were true…He only knew how it made him feel when Mickey said them. He needed him? He couldn’t live without him….

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The car ride was good. Quiet but good. Mickey had put on the radio but neither one of them said much, Mickey kept glancing over at him and smiling which made him blush and fiddle with the string on his joggers. He wished they could just stay in this moment. Just the two of them stealing glances. No expectations just happy to be with each other.

Mickey couldn’t wait anymore. When he pulled up to the house and parked he told Ian to wait. He climbed out of the car then walked around to open his door then closed it. 

“Why are you bein weird,” he laughed shyly. He wasn’t a chick. 

“Because,” he grabbed Ian by the waist and then pulled him close. “I couldn’t stop thinkin about this.” He captured Ian’s lips in a kiss and then backed him up against the car door.

One thing he learned being with his boyfriend was Mickey could kiss. From the 1st kiss to now he made him melt. He relaxed against the car bringing his hands up to his boyfriend's shoulders.

“Ian,” he sighed into the kiss, his hands moving down to cup his boyfriend's supple ass. “I love you.” He moved to kiss his jaw. “you’refuckin hot. So fuckin sweet” 

Mickey was whispering his name and touching and kissing him. His knees felt weak and he wasn’t sure how much of this he could take. “Mick..” he pulled back from the kiss to meet his boyfriend's eyes. “Let's go inside.”

He stepped back, “Mmm..I’m gonna fuck you so hard Kitten.” With that, he grabbed his boyfriend and hoisted him over his shoulder.”

“Hey,” he laughed and knocked on Mickey’s shoulder. “Put me down.” He pouted. “This is embarrassin come on Mick. Mickey!”

He stopped when they got to the main hall and set his boyfriend down. “What?” he smirked. “I could carry you bridal style instead.”

He pushed at Mickey’s chest playfully as they walked down the hall. “Fuck off with that. I’m not a girl and I can walk.”

“Can you now?.” He grabbed Ian and back him up against the wall.

“Mick,” he stared at his boyfriend then lunged forward meeting with his lips. They both were needy and wanting. He felt Mickey lift him up so he wrapped his legs around him. He tilted his head back so Mickey could kiss his neck. “Mm..”

Ian was squeezing him with his legs and making the smallest sounds as he kissed his neck. He wanted to fuck him right there. Everyone was gone and his parents were on the other side of the house. “Take off you’re shirt kitten?”

He looked at his boyfriend and scoffed, “Here? No way.”

“Come on kitten,” he bent his head and pulled at Ian’s shirt with his teeth. “Take it off.”

“Fuck fine.” He reached down and started to lift off his shirt when a door opened right next to him. “What the fu..”

“Can you assholes fuck somewhere else” Mandy leaned in the doorway then locked eyes with Ian. “I don’t need to hear you’re stupid make-up sex. Fuck off.” With that she slammed the door.

Mickey looked up at his boyfriend who seemed stunned. “Hmph,” he laughed. “Guess that means I get to carry you.”

“What? No, put me down.”

“Too fuckin late.” He pulled away from the wall forcing Ian to grip his shoulders then walked down the hall to his room. He opened the door, shut it with his foot then dropped his boyfriend on the bed. He unbuttoned his shirt and then tossed it on the dresser. He went to undo his pants and took off his belt.

Ian’s eyes went wide and he could feel himself starting to shake. Mickey loves him. That wasn’t going to happen. He didn’t do anything wrong. He apologized. He apologized in front of everyone.

He locked eyes with Ian and saw the hint of fear in his eyes, the belt. He laughed lightly then tossed it on the floor before kicking off his pants. “What you waitin for kitten?” He pushed off his boxers and then walked over to the bed. “How am I supposed to fuck you with all them clothes on?”

He took a deep breath. He wanted to forget everything that was why he was here. His boyfriend was naked standing in front of him so he quickly pulled off his own shirt, kicks off his pants, and pulled down his boxers.

“Yeah that's more like it, “He climbed on top of his boyfriend and kissed at his jaw before moving to his mouth. He nipped Ian Ian’s lips until he opened his mouth swirling their tongues together. “Mmm..” he hummed before running the pads of his fingers down soft freckled skin until he reached Ian's dick. “Look at you gettin all hot and bothered Kitten,” he ran his thumb over the tip feeling the wetness from the precum.

“Hmm mm.” he groaned feeling Mickey's hand on him. It made him ache for more. He wrapped his legs around his boyfriend then grabbed his shoulders pulling him back down into a kiss. He could feel Mickey’s dick rubbing against his, “uhhh Mickey..”

“Come on now Kitten,” he whispered before moving his hand down and rubbing a finger over Ian’s asshole. “Be good for me. What’s my name?”

He smiled shyly then leaned up capturing Mickey's earlobe between his teeth. “Daddy,” he whispered breathing against MIckey’s ear.

“Fuuck Kitten.” He sat up and then reached over to his nightstand grabbing out the lube. “So good for me kitten.” He tossed the bottle at his boyfriend and licked his lips. “Wanna see you do it?”

“What?” He sat up on his elbows. “Come on Daddy fuck me.”

He shook his head, “No. I wanna see you take these fingers.” he reached out grabbed Ian’s hand, and sucked two fingers into his mouth. He pulled them out, “And touch that needy little hole.”

This was different. Mickey usually just fucked him. His boyfriend would blow him and finger him for a second but then he went hard and heavy. That was what he wanted but Mickey was looking at him like he was going to eat him. It wasn’t a scary look but one that turned him on. “Ok, daddy.” He grabbed the lube and then squeezed it onto his finger. He reached down and rubbed his hole.

“Open your legs.”

“They are open.”

“Nah,” he reached out and pushed Ian’s legs apart so he clearly see. “Now they're open. Go on kitten.” 

He felt a bit exposed like this but Mickey seemed really into it. He ran his lubed fingers over his hole making him shiver. He closed his eyes and then pushed two fingers inside him. “Ah,” he winced. He’d never touched himself. Not there anyway. It was warm and tight. He moved his fingers around in a small circle. “Huhh,” he gasped then pushed them in more.

He grabbed his cock stroking it as he watched his boyfriend finger himself. Ian’s eyes were closed and he was humming as his fingers went deeper inside him. He wanted more, so much more. He walked over to his dresser and pulled out a bag. He’d ordered these last week in hopes of using them. He just never knew the right time. He pulled a pair of black handcuffs out. They were lined on the inside with soft fur so it would hurt…that much. It really just depended on what position he wanted his little boyfriend in. 

He walked back over to the bed. Ian was laying back staring at the ceiling with his eye closed moaning as he fingered himself. “Ok kitten hands above your head.”

“Hmmm.” he fell into his own little world until he heard Mickey's voice. He saw the handcuffs and couldn’t stop the slight tremble in his body. Before he wouldn’t have blinked, it was different and kinky. Now all he could think about was how he couldn’t escape. What if he did something or said something and Mickey….

He could see his boyfriend was troubled by the handcuffs, it was cute and annoying at the same time. “Ok kitten you gotta stop.” He reached and touched Ian’s face. “You’re not in trouble, I just think it be hot.”  

He wanted to say ok and go along with it but he couldn’t. He couldn’t do anything except sit there and tremble.

Mickey let out a deep sigh. A big part of him wanted to handcuff his boyfriend by force and just take him but after tonight's events that would be a dumb move. Ian was skittish and still a flight risk. He hadn’t been broken in yet. He thought about the marks on his body. He dropped the cuffs then leaned down and closed the distance between them in a deep kiss. He slowly pulled back and pressed light kisses up Ian's jaw and up to the crevice of his neck breathing in his scent. He lightly bit down on freckled skin before running his hands along Ian's sides stopping at the welt from his belt. He rubbed his finger in a circle before pushing down.

“Ahh,” he hissed. Mickey was touching him and it really hurt. “T...That hurts.”

He pressed down and ran his thumb over the entire length of the mark feeling the precum starting to leak from his dick.

He pushed up on his boyfriend. He was hurting him, pressing and rubbing his bruise and he didn’t know why. “S..stop,” he stammered feeling tears well up in his eyes. “Mickey that huuurts.” Mickey lifted his head, sat back, and looked at him then before he knew it his legs were on his boyfriend's shoulders. 

He stared down at his boyfriend feeling an overwhelming need to see his freckled white skin covered, painted in marks. Welts, bruises..all hidden and all from him. “Say my name.”

He was scared again. Mickey had that cold look in his eye. He should have said yes to the handcuffs. He made Mickey mad but he didn’t say anything. His eyes were boring into him like he wanted to eat him. He swallowed nearly choking on the knot in his throat. “D..daddy.”

A smile tugged at his lips before he let out a light laugh. “Good boy.” He leaned down and kissed trembling lips. “Relax kitten.” He brought his hand down and grabbed his cock lining it up with Ian’s hole. He rubbed the tip letting his precum coat the entrance. He should grab the lube again but he wanted to hurt Ian. He wasn’t lying when he said he loved him. He did. He wanted to make him cry and then make it all better because he knew he could. Tonight proved it. He started to push in and Ian reached up touching his arm.

Mickey was about to fuck him but they needed more lube. His fingers were nothing compared to his boyfriend's cock. “Wait, Daddy.” He looked and saw the bottle on the floor. He couldn’t quite reach it so he looked up at his boyfriend. “Lube.”

“We don’t need it,” He started to push in. Ian’s muscles were tense and resistant.

“Please,” he looked up at his boyfriend feeling the pout forming on his lips.

“No, just fuckin relax,” he snapped.

 Mickey was mad at him, why else would he want to fuck without lube. He knew it would hurt. “I...I’m sorry.” He didn’t know what he was apologizing for really but maybe it was the handcuffs. His eyes started to water. “D.. don't be mad at me.”

He tilted his head and studied his boyfriend. He looked like he was about to cry again. He took in a deep breath and pitched the bridge of his nose. “I’m not fuckin mad.” He tossed Ian’s legs aside then reached down and grabbed the bottle from the floor. He climbed back on the bed and hoisted Ian’s legs back up to his shoulder before squeezing lube down over his hole. He squeezed more in his hand and then stroked his cock. “I just wanna fuck you.”

He nodded then leaned back at stared at his boyfriend. “Then fuck me, Daddy.”

Why was that so fucking hot. They had sex so many times before but this was different. Ian was still fresh off his punishment. Still recovering from the scene in the restaurant, still shaky, still scared but he wanted to be owned. He knew it. He lined up against his hole again and grabbed Ian’s waist pulling him down into his thrust pushing passed any resistance until his boyfriend's hips were flush with the base of his cock.

“Ahh ssss…” He hissed. The lube helped but it still hurt. Mickey didn’t ease into it he just skewered him. 

“Mmm..” Ian’s ass around him was already squeezing his cock. He pulled back still tightly gripping his boyfriend's hips keeping him in place. He thrust hard, jackhammering into him. His boyfriend was gripping the sheets and gasping. He wanted to take his breath away, he wanted him to not be able to speak, or walk. He wanted to break him. 

“F..uh hmm,” He clenched the sheets below him for dear life. Mickey was fucking him hard and fast. It felt good but it was overwhelming and new. He could barely make out words. He wanted to tell him to slow down but only gasps and moans escaped his lips. Mickey thrust again hard this time hitting that button hidden inside him that made him shiver. “Mmm Mic,”

He pressed his nails into his boyfriend's waist. “Don’t,” he locked eyes with Ian. 

He nodded, “Daddy mm, d..daddy.”

“Fuck mm, that’s a good kitten. I’m your Daddy.” He turned his head and kissed the fleshy part of Ian’s thigh then bit down hard.

“Ahh,” he yelped. Mickey just bit him. “D..daddy p..uh…s..” His words were jumbled nothings.

“Say it..” he licked over the bite mark before fixing his gaze on his boyfriend who was moving up the bed with each thrust. “Say my fuckin name.”

“D..uh..” It was on the tip of his tongue but words had gone out the window. “Mmm huh..s.”

He let go of Ian’s hips, coming to a complete stop, and leaned down until he was inches from his face. 

His heart was thumping against his chest. To go from beyond intense to nothing made him needy. “W..why did you stop?”

“Cause I want you to say my name.”

“Daddy,” he looked up at Mickey. “Daddy.”

“That’s right.” He pressed a kiss against soft lips before rolling his hips. “Mmm..you’re my little kitten aren’t you.”

“Y..yes uh..” Mickey was moving slowly now and it was driving him insane. It felt amazing but it left him wanting. “Harder Daddy,” he cooed before wrapping his arms around Mickey’s neck. “I need it.”

He smiled stopping again, “That so?” He pulled out and then rolled over on the bed so he was on his back. “Then take Daddy’s cock, Kitten. It's yours.”

He sat up and looked over at his boyfriend then reached out and grabbed his head pulling him into a kiss as he moved, climbing on top of him. He reached behind his gripping Mickey’s cock then pushed back until it sank inside him. He braced his hands on Mickey’s toned chest. “Mine Daddy,” He licked his lips and then started to roll his hips. “Huh,” he gasped before moving again. He stared down at his boyfriend's toned body. His abs and then down to the v leading to his pelvis then to where he and Mickey were connected. “I...I love you.” He lifted his gaze to Mickey’s eyes. “Do you really love me?”

He blinked several time taken back by the question. Ian was sat on his dick asking him about love. The answer was obvious. “Yeah Kitten.” He sat up and pulled Ian’s face down capturing his lips in a kiss. He sucked in his bottom, this his top falling into a deep sloppy kiss. He reached down and cupped Ian’s supple ass before snapping his hips.

“Huh,” He pulled back from this kiss then straightened his body and rolled his hips slowly then faster. “F..fuck Daddy.” He closed his eyes and let his body take over. His hips moved back and forth with a quickness until he was bouncing in his boyfriends cock. He opened his eyes and took in the sight. Mickey was sucking in his lip and closing his eyes. His hands now the ones gripping the sheets. It was intoxicating seeing him that way. He moved as fast as he could chasing that spark he felt building up inside him. “Mmm..Daddy I..”

He opened his eyes to see the flushed face of his little boyfriend. He was riding his cock like a cowboy. Bouncing and grinding as he moved. It was bliss and he knew he was about to fall apart. He could see Ian was barely holding on. He reached out and gripped Ian’s dick. He wrapped his fingers around it in a tight grip and then started to pump back and forth.

“Huuh.. mm uh.. D..daddy,” He tossed his head back as euphoria spread through his body until he came into his boyfriend's hand. He felt the warmth of Mickey’s cum flooding inside him. He fell forward collapsing on his boyfriend. “Holy shit.”

Mickey laughed and wrapped his arm around Ian. He kissed his head and then nuzzled against it. “Mmmhmm..who knew you could ride a cock like that.”

He looked up at Mickey, “I’ve been on top once before.”

“Yeah but not like that.”

Ian laughed, “It just seemed different this time, I don't know why. Just more intense.” He brought his hand up resting it on Mikey’s stomach. “Maybe because you’re mine.”

His heartbeat sped up and his spent dick twitched still safely nestled inside his boyfriend. Ian just claimed him. “That’s right Kitten. I’m yours and you’re mine.”

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*** TRIGGER WARNING***
This story contains emotional and psychological abuse. Physical abuse. Domestic Violence. Those familiar with my work know this is my forte but if it’s not for you that’s ok. There are lots of good fics out there. Find one and be happy. Be warned if you continue this story.

Everyone else, enjoy the ride :)

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Something happened that changed their relationship. It was 3 words. I LOVE YOU. It was out in the open, on display for everyone to see. For both of them to know. Even after everything that happened those words rang true. It was exciting. There was another difference though, Mickey. He seemed happier, nicer, just overall in a better mood.

It had been about 3 weeks since that night and he was starting to feel like he was in a regular relationship. Mickey still had his temper but it was toned down. He didn’t seem so pushy and possessive. He’d even turned his phone off all day Saturday just to relax a bit. Between Frank, his family, school and his boyfriend he needed some air. When he turned it back on there was only one text from Mickey asking why he wasn't answering the phone, then another with just a heart. He was expecting to be yelled at but it never happened. Not when they met up that night or the next day. Now he was on his way to a date. He’d been with Mickey for sometime now but they rarely went on dates. He was excited.

*

Mickey stared at the mirror debating what to wear. He’d been torn between a anime shirt and jeans or a button up and jeans. Either way he looked good. He wanted a chill vibe though so he went with the anime shirt. It was Attack on Titan and he loved it, that with his shades and lightly ripped jeans and he was good to go. These last 3 weeks have been difficult. He’d been on his absolute best behavior but it was so fucking hard. He didn’t realize just how much he wanted to control everything about his boyfriend. He wanted Ian’s world to revolve around him, because Ian was his world. It was only fair.

It was the little things at first. Ian would say something stupid or talk back to him. He hated that. He wanted to reach out and smack him but instead he brushed it off. Even smiled. He didn’t want Ian to try and leave him again.  Ian’s 16th birthday was 3 days ago. He had a big party with his family. He came but not for long. Just long enough to makeout and give his boyfriend flowers. Ian was swooning. It was perfect. He had a plan now and once it was over he and Ian would be together forever and nobody could come between them. Ian would be his and he could do whatever he wanted when he wanted.

*

He was sitting in his car staring at his phone. He’d texted Ian over 10 minutes ago and his boyfriend said he’d be right out yet he still wasn’t here. He tossed his phone on the floor of the car and gripped the steering wheel. Just a little bit longer.

Ian was clearing the table and loading the dishes into the dishwasher. His brother sprang the job on him last minute. He was annoyed because Mickey was already waiting outside. He texted him once but nothing else. He was so used to him blowing up his phone that he almost wondered if he was still outside. It felt weird that he hadn’t called him to say hurry up. Once he was done he hurried out the door. He walked over to his boyfriends car and opened the door. “Hey Daddy,” he smiled and climbed inside. “Sorry I took so long I was…”

Mickey held up his hand. He really didn’t care. He hated waiting and Ian knew it. “It’s fine.” He put his hand down and leaned over kissing Ian on the cheek. “I don’t really care.”

He was waiting for Mickey to follow up but instead his boyfriend sat back in his seat and started the car. It was weird too, he kissed him on the cheek. They hadn’t seen each other in 3 days. He thought Mickey would attack him the first chance he got. He was looking forward to it. He suddenly felt very self conscious and grabbed the strap of his seatbelt. His boyfriend didn’t say anything else, just focused on the road. It was quiet and awkward. He reached over and turned on the radio. 

He noticed Ian’s change in demeanor and smiled inside. It was working. “Put on whatever you want.”

He looked at his boyfriend. “It’s ok we can listen to one of you’re playlists. It’s your car.” Mickey always chose the music. They had very similar tastes but he chose the playlist never the less.

“Don’t worry about it. Just find somethin.”

He wasn’t sure what to do. Mickey was acting so weird. Dismissive even. Did he do something wrong? Was Mickey upset with him? He wasn’t even calling him Kitten. He used to hate it but he loved it now. Mickey would say it with every word usually. He reached out and touched his boyfriend's thigh. “Daddy? Did I do somethin?”

He looked at his boyfriend, “Not that I know of. Why?”

“I…” What was he supposed to say? You’re normally a controlling possessive asshole and now you don’t seem to care about anything? No. That was the last thing he wanted to say. “It’s nothin. I just missed you is all.” He leaned over and slowly moved his hand inwards to touch his boyfriend. He’d done it before, jacked Mickey off in the car. He liked it. Maybe he just needed a release. 

“Don’t,” Mickey grabbed his hand and pushed him away, eyes still focused on the road. “Just relax and listen to the music. Stop thinkin so much.”

He couldn’t help the tremble in his lip. Mickey had never pushed him away before. Between that and the kiss on the cheek. Was he….was he planning on breaking up with him? Is that what this date was? Suddenly his eyes began to water. He whipped his head around so Mickey couldn’t see him. Tears began to fall slowly. Why was this happening?

This was perfect. Withholding everything. It was hard as hell but the reaction he was getting from Ian was worth every second. His little boyfriend looked like he could break if you touched him. He could hear the tiniest of sniffles and a part of him wanted to reach out and make him feel better but that wasn’t the plan.

They drove with the music playing but the silence was loud. It had only been 30 minutes but it felt like hours. Finally they reached their destination. The airport, more specifically the hanger where his fathers private jet was. He turned to Ian, reaching out to touch his shoulder. His boyfriend had been huddled against the passenger window the entire ride. “We’re here. Come on.” He smiled at his boyfriend. “Don’t you wanna go on our date?”

Ian lifted his head and saw Mickey’s bright white smile and blue eyes staring back at him. He reached out and grabbed his face pulling him into a kiss. He froze when he felt Mickey’s hand on his chest pushing him back. “W..what the fuck Mick?’ He sat back and stared at his boyfriend. 

“What’s goin on? Are you…do you still love me?”

Bingo.  He pulled back and undid his seatbelt. “Let’s go.”

He didn’t answer. Why didn’t he answer? Is this why he’d been so nice? He was losing interest in him. After everything at the ramen place and..” He figeted with the diamond ring on his finger and swallowed thickly.

“Gallagher,” Mickey shouted. “Hurry up we’re gonna be late.”

“O..ok.” He exited the passenger door and his eyes went wide. They were in a hanger. There were planes and a helicopter. He looked over at Mickey. “What’s happenin right now?”

“Just follow me. We’ll talk more on the plane.”

“I can’t just go on a plane ride Mickey. Fiona and Lip would kill me.”

He rolled his eyes. Really? He should’ve expected this. Ian was so wrapped up in his family. He hated it. That was the whole reason he was doing this. Ian was 16 now. Legally he didn’t have to live with his family. He didn’t have to answer to them. He could get emancipated if he could show he had someplace better to live. More money, more resources. Everything he could give him but his family couldn’t. “Fine then, go home.” He pulled out his phone. It was 12:15pm. “Get an Uber or somethin.You might get surge prices but do whatever you want. I don’t care.” With that he turned and walked over to where the jet was and the hanger staff.

He stood there frozen. It felt like all the air had been sucked out of the room. Was that it? Did he just break up with him? It felt like he did. Should he ask? Was it worth getting in trouble to find out? Mickey wanted to take him on his jet and talk. This was supposed to be a date. What did he do wrong? He thought about it more and more. I LOVE YOU. It was after that Mickey calmed down. He stopped being so…..Mickey. He thought it was a good thing. He thought everything was fine. He was walking on clouds but he never stopped to think maybe he just said it in the moment. Things were tense and he was going to leave Mickey. Did Mickey just say it so he could be the one to leave instead?

He turned around to see Ian standing there staring off into space. He could hear the gears churning in his mind. “Are you comin of not? Make up you’re mind.”

“Yeah.” He didn’t really care if he got in trouble. He’d get over it. He wanted to hear what Mickey had to say. He needed to know so he could breathe again. “Sorry.” He walked over to the Senior. After showing their I.Ds and Mickey filling out a form they boarded the jet. 

His pulse sped up as tears streamed down his face.

He wasn’t expecting that reaction. He quickly grabbed Ian and held him close. “Hey, are you ok Kitten?” He rubbed his cheek against soft skin. “What’s wrong? I thought you’d like it.”

He wiped at his eyes. The jet was decorated with silver streamers, there were rose petals on the floor and on the table were several gifts, a rose and row of red velvet cupcakes. He thought Mickey was breaking up with him. He thought he was losing him forever. This was the last thing he could’ve imagined.

Ian was still being quiet. “Hey,” He turned his boyfriend to look at his tear streaked face. “Don’t you like it Kitten? I wanted to show you how much I love you. Is it too much?” He was being sincere. This was the part of his plan he enjoyed. He wanted it to be special. He wanted to make Ian happy. He looked around. He thought it was under done if he was being honest. He needed it to be perfect. 

“N..No.” He reached up and touched Mickey’s face. “I thought..” he felt so stupid. How could he have questioned Mickey’s love? “I thought…” he looked up at his boyfriend. “You didn’t fucking kiss me. You didn’t want me touchin you. I thought you were..”

He smiled, “Breakin up with you? Really? Is that why you’re cryin?”

He didn’t realize how much he loved Mickey until this moment. The thought of losing him then seeing how insanely wrong he was about everything. “Yeah Mick. I thought you we’re bringin me here to break up with me.”

“I love you Kitten.” He grabbed Ian’s chin and pressed a chaste kiss against his lips. “I’ll only ever love you. I’ll never leave you Kitten and you’ll never leave me right?”

He nodded. He didn’t want to feel that way ever again. Every second was excruciating. “I love you too Daddy.” He wrapped his arms around Mickey. “I’ll never leave you. I promise.”

“Good.” He stepped back. “Now that shits out of the way, we gotta sit down and strap in so the pilot can do his thing.”

Wait? This wasn’t just a romantic setting? He thought maybe Mickey did this and they would just hang out and celebrate in the jet. “We’re actually goin somewhere? I can’t just fly off Mick..”

Mickey stared down at his boyfriend, he’d brushed it off until this point, but that was over. “That’s not my name.”

“I’m bein serious.” Ian walked over to the table and sat down on the booth like bench. “This,” he gestured around the jet. “This is perfect. I just want to enjoy it with you but I can’t just zip off on your jet. I’m not like you. My family a…” he stopped.

He cocked his head. Was that what he thought it was? “You’re family what Kitten? Actually cares? Is that what you were goin to say?” He walked over and stood in front of his boyfriend. “Am I right?”

He glanced away then back at Mickey. “I just mean th..”

“Whatever.” He turned and plopped down in the seat across from Ian. “It’s not like I went out of my way to do somethin special for you. You wanna leave then fuckin leave. I aint gonna stop you.”

“Daddy,” He reached his hand out to grab Mickey’s but the older boy pulled it away. He sighed. “Ok. You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“All I wanted was to take you on a date and celebrate your birthday.” He grabbed Ian’s hand. “Just the two of us. Somewhere nice where I can spoil you.”

Ian blushed at the words. Here he was sitting on a private jet with a table littered with gifts and his boyfriends piercing blue eyes focused on him. “I want that too.”

He patted the space next to him and on cue Ian came and sat beside him. They strapped on their seatbelts and waited for the plane to take off.

**

“Open this one.” He handed the boy on his lap a small box with gold wrapping and a red bow and kissed his head. “Save the best for last.”

His face hurt from how much he kept smiling. Once the jitters of actually being on a jet had passed he was excited. This was an adventure. Something he’d never done before and didn’t know if he could ever do again. He wanted to enjoy it. He’d opened 2 presents so far. The first was a new pair of shoes. He’d seen them in the mall back when Mickey took him shopping the first time. He didn’t want Mickey’s money and he made it known. Mickey hated it and insisted on buying him things anyways. He saw the shoes and wanted to ask for them but he’d rather have Mickey shoving things at him then actually ask for him to buy something. The second present was an I Pad . He was overwhelmed. It was the newest one, he knew it had to be at least $500. When he asked about it Mickey gave him a look so he smiled and accepted it. There was still a piece of him that new it was too much but he was happy anyways. 

Now he was opening the last one. He pulled off the wrapping paper and stopped. “Daddy,” he looked at his boyfriend. “ I can’t accept this.” It was a phone. The newest iphone. Jet black and in the paper next to it was a green and black phone case.

“You can,” he reached down and grabbed the box. “And you will.” He opened the box. He’d already gone through and set everything up. “Now that I’m payin your phone bill you should have the best phone and when the new one comes out after this, you’ll get that one too.”

“NO,” he pushed off Mickey's lap. “You can’t just pay my phone bill Mickey. That’s too much.”

He laughed and turned on the phone setting it on the table . “I already added you onto my plan. It’s done.”

This was such a big thing. How could Mickey not talk to him about it? What was Fiona going to say? The laptop and shoes were great but this was Mickey paying his bills. “Mick..”

“Jesus fuckin christ!”  He yelled and turned to his boyfriend. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Why can’t you just be fuckin grateful? Why you gotta be a bitch about this?” This was not going the way he planned. Ian couldn’t handle him paying a bill how was he going to react to living with him?

He flinched at Mickey’s tone. He’d been so soft spoken, gentle. So much so he thought he was losing interest. He forgot how small it made him feel. “I just..”

“You just what?” He reached out and grabbed Ian’s shirt yanking him down in front of him. “Tell me?” he yelled. “You just what?”

A chill went down his back and he felt the slightest tremble in his body. “I..” say something! What should he say? What if he said the wrong thing? Should he say anything at all?  He lowered his eyes. In this moment he could feel the change in the air. The tension. The fight or flight that his brain was screaming at him. The voice telling him to run and never look back. “I’m sorry,” he whispered before slowly meeting with his boyfriend's eyes. “Daddy I’m sorry.”

He scoffed pushing Ian back and letting go of his shirt. “Way to fuckin ruin the mood. Good job.” He stared down his boyfriend. All he wanted was for Ian to accept his love. Accept he wanted to spoil him. Accept that he was his. “You can’t even accept a fuckin present right. Stupid bitch.”

That got him. “Fuck you Mickey.” He stood up. “I’m not stupid or a bitch.” He moved to the seat away from the table next to the window. He turned and looked out the window. “Take me home.”

“What?”

He looked at his boyfriend. “Take.Me.Home.”

“I can’t fuckin believe this.” He rubbed at his nose then slammed his fist down on the table. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this.” It wasn’t. This was going nothing like it played out in his mind. Why? Why wasn’t Ian acting how he should? Why was he being so difficult? “I can’t fuckin believe you.” He got up and rushed over to where Ian was sitting. “You don’t mean it do you?”

“You’re bein an ass,” He shouted. “You called me a stupid bitch…”

He rolled his eyes, “So? You were actin like one.”

“What? I didn’t do anythin. You’re the one bein a fuckin bitch. All I said was I can’t take the phone.”

“Kitten just...” His blood was boiling. He had so much pent up anger and aggression building up. “Just shut the fuck up.”

His eyes went wide. “Excuse me?”

“I mean it. Just shut up. I don’t want to hear it.” He pinched bridge of his nose. “It’s done. Accept it and move the fuck on.”

“You’ve gotta be kiddin me right now. You think because you tell me to shut up I’m just gonna..” he stopped feeling his whole body shake. Tears welled up in his eyes. His cheek stung but his heart burned. It was searing, blinding pain. Mickey just smacked him.

He reached out and grabbed Ians face lifting it to stare into tear filled eyes. “You don’t fuckin talk back to me. Do you understand?”

His chest grew tight as the tears slid down his cheeks. Panic was clawing at him. His entire body was flooded with goosebumps sending wave after wave of electric shocks through his body. He didn’t know what to do. 

“Don’t ignore me!” Mickey slapped his boyfriend again, this time it caused Ian to tip over from the seat. It wasn’t supposed to go like this. He wanted Ian to choose him. To choose to live with him because he was madly in love but maybe this is how it was really meant to be. The power he felt seeing his boyfriend scared, and shattered on the ground was consuming. It fed every dark hungry part of him and he wondered how he ever lived without it before.

RUN! RUN! RUN! RUN…That’s what his brain was screaming at him but where? They were on a fucking plane in the air. Where could he go? How could he fix this? He wrapped his arms around himself and closed his eyes. He knew he couldn’t disappear but maybe if he made himself small enough he could hide.

He took a deep breath and crouched down so he was eyelevel with his boyfriend. “I asked you a question.” He reached out and grabbed Ians arm pulling it away so he could see his flushed cheeks and bloodshot eyes. Tears were welled in green eyes and flowed freely down freckled skin. “Do you understand?”

Understand what? How did this happen? They were celebrating right? Then the phone. The phone, the phone, the phone. That’s where it changed. It was the phone. Mickey bought it for him, he wanted to pay for it and he……he said no. Why would he say no? That was stupid. He should’ve known it would hurt Mickey. 

“Ian!”

“Y..yes.” He looked up at his boyfriends eyes before glancing away then back at them. He couldn’t hold his gaze for long without feeling like he wanted to run and hide. “Y..yes M..Daddy. I..I understand. I’m sorry.” He was fighting it. Fighting to not reach out and pull Mickey against him. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” 

And were done. He made his point, nothing else needed to be done. This needed to happen and it did. Now they could both move forward. “Hey,” he reached out and Ian scooted back even though he was already against the wall. “Come on,” he said softly. “Kitten..it’s ok. You’re ok.” He held his arms out. “It’s over. Be good and come here.”

He nodded then slowly leaned forward. In and instant Mickey’s arms were around him. He was warm, and smelled like vanilla. His voice was soft and he wanted more. He brought his hands up and buried his face in the crook of his boyfriends neck.

“That’s it.” He rubbed his boyfriends back until he stopped shaking. “I told you Kitten. I told you I'd give you a warnin. You should have listened. This didn’t have to happen.” He kissed at Ians cheek and the nape of his neck. “Be good and I won't have to punish you.”

He didn’t really understand. Being with Mickey, like this, it made him feel small. Not just in size but everywhere. It made him vulnerable, needy and searching for validation. He felt like a child. “Ok.”

He pulled back and looked at his boyfriend. “Ok what?”

He sniffed and wiped at his eyes. “O..Ok Daddy.”

“Good boy.” He went to stand up and was surprised when Ian grabbed his hand. “What’s wrong?”

This bubble. Soft words and warm touches. He didn’t want to leave it. He was afraid if he did something would happen and leave him shaking in fear and drowning in tears. He wanted to stay in this bubble with Mickey.

Ian looked like a wounded puppy. He could see he was on the brink of tears again and that just wouldn’t do. Not right now. He quickly reached down and grabbed his boyfriend gently under the arms lifting him to his feet. “Come on Kitten. This is you’re special day remember?”

“Right.” He looked around the plane. It was so beautiful. He was on a plane. It was magical. All this Mickey did for him. He loved him. 

He followed his boyfriend over to where they were seated before and sat down on his lap. He looked down at the phone on the table and picked it up. It was so sleek and the screen was much bigger than the one he had. He looked up at his boyfriend. “Thank you Daddy.”

He reached out and his boyfriend finched. He smiled and laughed lightly before running his fingers through red hair. “Anythin for you Kitten.” This was how it should’ve been to begin with but they got there and that was all that mattered.

The rest of the plane ride Ian played with his phone as he fed him pieces of cupcake. Ian was truly adorable. He wanted to give him everything. He never wanted him to work or worry about money. He didnt want him to want for anything…except him.

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*** SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH A03. I CANT GET THIS SECTION IN THE SAME FORMAT. SORRY*** 

After 4 hours they finally landed at the airport. This was a smaller private airport due to the fact they were on a private jet. Ian had been playing games on his phone and snuggling against him for the duration of the flight after their celebration. It wasn’t long until he fell asleep. “Kitten, we’re here.” He reached out and ran his hand gently down Ian’s cheek. You could tell that he smacked him. Maybe not that he did it, but it was clear someone did. He was still amazed and trying to navigate the feelings he felt when he saw his boyfriend like this. The hint of red on ivory-white skin. It was like he was painting and Ian was the canvas. He couldn’t be so reckless though. Not when he was so social and involved with so many fundraisers and Gallas. These were things he attended alone for the most part due to his parent's insistence. Now he had his beautiful boyfriend to show off and keep him company. He’d just have to find another way to mark his body that no one else could see. “Kitten,” he moved his hand to Ian’s shoulder and shook him lightly.

“Hmmm,” Ian yawned as the blurred vision became clear. Mickey was staring down at him with a warm smile. “Hey Daddy.” He sat up and felt a throbbing pain in his head and face. Oh yeah, they got into a fight. He was so drained from it after entertaining himself and Mickey he passed out. He looked around to see the plane had landed. “Um..where are we Daddy?” He was so nervous. The ride didn’t seem that long. They still were in the country right? They had to be, he didn’t have a passport. It didn’t matter Mickey’s connections the law was the law so…

“Just follow me Kitten,” he held out his hand and his boyfriend grabbed it. They exited the jet and he turned to Ian. “So what do you think?”

Ian looked around with wide eyes, this was unbelievable. There were palm trees everywhere and a bright blue sky. The air smelled different. Not bad just…different. He turned to his boyfriend. “Daddy where are we?”

He smiled, “Welcome to Cali Kitten. Ready to go have some fun?”

**

He walked with Mickey out of the airport where they were met by another car. He stared out the window taking in the sight. There were people of all diversities. Little stands on every corner selling clothes and knick knacks. Some people were even dressed up. This was California!

The car stopped along the sidewalk. “Come on Kitten.”

Ian looked over at his boyfriend and then stepped out of the car. He looked around then back at Mickey. “Where are we?” They were surrounded by shops. He could hear the energy floating in the air with the sounds of loud music and overlapping conversations. It was so much to take in. Nothing like anything in Chicago.

He grabbed his boyfriend's hand and started down the sidewalk. “Right now we’re goin shoppin. Gonna need a few things before we hit the Ocean.”

“The Ocean?” Ian squeezed his boyfriend's hand. This was unreal. He’d seen Lake Michigan. It was vast but still. The Ocean was its own ecosystem. There were so many species and layers. It seemed endless. He never thought he’d ever see it. Something like this felt so out of reach, like going to New York. Seeing the Statue of Liberty. Just dreams he kept in his head because he knew he would never leave Chicago.

The smile on his boyfriend's face made his legs weak. It was just as beautiful as seeing him cry. It was actually better. He had the need to bend and break and abuse his love but making him happy without hesitation made his heart flutter. “Yeah,” he pulled his hand back and scratched his neck. He’d packed a bag of clothes for both of them but he wanted to buy the swim trunks at the beach, it made it more special. “I thought we could have a beach day. I didn’t bring any swim trunks and neither did you so we’ll hit up a couple of shops. Get some sunscreen, a couple of big ass beach towels, and some swim trunks. Then we’ll go to the boardwalk and the real magic will happen.” He was almost holding his breath in anticipation of Ian’s reaction. He wanted to make him smile that wide smile. He wanted to buy him gifts and trinkets and souvenirs. He wanted him to willingly accept his love the way he showed it best.

Mickey looked nervous, almost bashful. It was endearing. He hadn’t seen him like this since they met and he found his nerdy anime room and stuffed avocado. “I think that sounds fuckin awesome Daddy.” He grabbed Mickey’s hand and laced there fingers. “Let’s go shopping.”

**

15 minutes at the pop-up and they were good to go. He got the essentials and they both picked out swim trunks. Ian got a black pair with white palm trees on the side. He got classic Hawaiian. Blue with green, black, and orange flowers. They started the walk uphill. Along the way they would stop and check out the different shops. Ian didn’t seem to want anything from them he just thought it was cool to look around. It was kind of nice. He hadn’t window-shopped in a long time. He usually always bought stuff. 

He was having such a good time and they hadn’t even gotten to the beach yet. His boyfriend was smiling and laughing. They were walking in and out of such unique shops. It was an experience all in itself. It also distracted him from the fact they were walking uphill. The closer they got to the top of the hill the stronger the smell became. He wasn’t sure what it was but it was nice. Not like an apple cinnamon candle nice but refreshing. 

They’d finally reached the top. He had to take a few breaths. He wasn’t an athlete like Mickey. He wasn’t out of shape necessarily, but he wasn’t prepared for the 15 minute walk uphill.

Mickey walked behind his boyfriend and covered his eyes with his hands.

“What?’ He laughed and brought a hand up to his boyfriend. “What are you doin Daddy? I’m tryin to walk here.”

“I just want this to be perfect. Can you promise to keep your eyes closed?”

“Uh..yeah?” He was confused. They still had a little less than a block till they reached the top of the hill. “Why?”

He leaned down and kissed Ian’s cheek. “Because I want to show it to you. I don’t want you to just see it.”

He rolled his eyes but he understood. Mickey wanted this whole day to be perfect. He wanted to spoil him. As if being in California wasn’t enough, he still wanted to make him happy. “Ok fine, but don’t let me walk into a pole or trip on my shoes ok?”

“Deal.” With that after checking Ian’s eyes were closed several times he carefully guided his boyfriend up to the top of the hill and then across the street to where the boardwalk began. This was the perfect spot. This beach had one of the best views in his opinion. “Ready?”

He nodded feeling like a kid on Christmas. He wasn’t stupid, he knew what a beach day meant but this was his first time seeing the Ocean and Mickey was making it feel like more than that. He was making it something that would stick with him in his memories forever.

He walked behind his boyfriend and wrapped his arms around his waist “Open your eyes.”

He slowly opened his eyes. It was….breathtaking. It seemed endless. There were rolls of waves crashing against the shore. They started out so big then slowly became smaller and smaller. The sunlight shimmered across the water as if to say look at me. Look how pretty I am. He turned and looked at his boyfriend. “This..this is fuckin amazing Daddy.”

“Just wait,” He smiled and leaned in to kiss Ian. “You’re gonna have so much fun.”

**

The ocean was cold. Like ice cold. He wasn’t expecting that at all. He was pleasantly surprised, however, when after a while of splashing around his body adjusted. Mickey was right, this was the most fun he’d had in his life. He considered himself a relatively happy person. His family had issues sure but he enjoyed their company. He always had a great time when friends came over and they had a spontaneous movie party or when he and Lip would play video games and toss insults at each other. Lately, they seemed to be drifting apart but it was nothing they couldn’t fix. His life was far from perfect but he enjoyed hanging out with his own friend smoking weed and talking about all the things they wanted to do in life. All of those things made his heart beat with gratitude and happiness. This was better. It was just him and Mickey. His boyfriend was so relaxed and smiling. They joked and splashed around. Mickey held him close as he introduced him to his first wave. He learned the smell was the beach, the saltiness of the ocean. The sting of water in his eyes was overshadowed by the feel of sand under his toes. It was like a dream and he never wanted it to end.

Ian was adorable. He looked like a kid finding out that Santa was real. He wasn’t obviously but he could tell this was something Ian had only thought about but knew it was out of his reach. It was everything he wanted their relationship to be. Just the two of them. Making Ian smile by giving him things he never knew he wanted and Ian accepting them with a heartfelt smile. He wanted to show Ian everything he ever dreamed of. He took things for granted growing up in his family. Flying to California, going to New York. These were things his family would do all the time. The difference was why. They rarely spent time together like this. It was always more business than pleasure. That or creating the image of the perfect family. It got to the point where things like this lost the thrill. They were just something he did, not something he enjoyed. Being here with his boyfriend eating funnel cake and splashing in the Ocean was exhilarating. Holding him as he experienced something new and being the only person to see the reactions. It would never get old.

*

Ian was getting tired. He felt weightless in the Ocean but when he got to shore his body was starting to ache and the sand playfully between his toes had begun to attack him. It was on his arms, his face, and even in his hair. It was everywhere .

He could tell his boyfriend was ready to go. He was too. The funnel cake wasn’t food and he was starving. “You ready to go Kitten?”

He stood up from his towel and stretched his arms. His muscles were sore. He hadn’t been this active in a long time. “I have sand everywhere, he laughed. “Can we even get in an Uber, like this?”

“No, they would probably blow us off once they saw you lookin like the Sandman. Luckily for us beaches have showers.”

“Really?” That was unexpected. “Like a locker room or somethin?”

“Nope. Follow me. Grab your towel and sunscreen. You’re gonna need that for later.” Ian picked up his stuff and followed him down the boardwalk close to where the bodegas were. There he pointed out the metal pole showers. “It’s nothin fancy but,” he walked over and pushed a button. Water drenched him from head to toe washing away the sand from most of his body. He shook his head and wiped the water from his eyes. “It does the job.”

*

Once they had both rinsed off Mickey ordered them an Uber. They were both still wet and in swim trunks but the driver just asked them to lay down their towels. He said he was used to it since he drove around Oceanside. 

They ended up and a small bodega restaurant where they had fish tacos and french fries. A fish taco sounded disgusting but Mickey told him to try it. It was delicious. Battered fish in a tortilla with a creamy spicy sauce and coleslaw. He order a plate and ate all 4 of them. Once dinner was done they made their way to the hotel. By this point, he wasn’t surprised that it was a 5 star hotel or that Mickey got them a suite. It was Mickey after all. 

They got settled in and took a shower together. It was nice and intimate. The steam, the hot water cascading over his sore muscles as Mickey ran a loofah down his back. It was something he didn’t know he needed. 

Mickey left the shower first leaving him to soak up as much of the hot water as he could. It was near scolding but for him, that was just right. When he was done he stepped out and toweled off. The mirror was fogged with steam so he wiped it with his towel. He froze and quickly glanced away. Did he look like that all day? It’s not like he was full of bruises but the was a reddening spot across his face that seemed to be fading away but he could see. Maybe because he was up close. No one they talked to mentioned it or pointed it out so it must not be that visible. And like that, his mood changed. He didn’t want to leave the bubble they’d created. He didn’t want to think…He wanted to drown that out and he had been. Today was magical so why was he suddenly afraid to leave the bathroom? Would Mickey see he was upset? Would that make him upset? If he got upset would he..”

“Kitten?” Mickey knocked on the bathroom door before opening it. “You comin out anytime soon.”

Ian looked like he’d been caught stealing cookies. His eyes lowered and he had wrapped his arms around his waist. “Hey,” he walked over to his boyfriend and gently touched his face. “What’s goin on with you?”

He was scared and he didn’t want to be. Why couldn’t he keep it together? He was going to make it worse. Suddenly tears started to trickle down his face. He immediately grabbed his boyfriend pushing his face into his shoulder to hide that he was crying.“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I don’t know what to do. Please don't be mad at me.”

“Mad at you?” Why the hell would he be mad? Nothing about this day since they landed was short of his expectation. It was perfect in every sense of the word. “Kitten,” he kissed Ian’s head. “Look at me.”

He slowly lifted his head. Mickey was looking at him with softness in his eyes. So sweet and gentle, he could feel his concern wrapping around him yet he couldn’t say anything.

“I’m not mad at you Kitten.” He leaned in and pressed a kiss against soft lips. “Today was fun right?”

“Yeah,” He stood up straight and wiped at his eyes. “It was really fun Daddy. I had a great time.”

“Me too.” He grabbed Ian by the waist and pulled him close. “You didn’t do anythin Kitten.” He ran his hand through red hair taking note of the slightest flinch from his boyfriend. “I promise. I’m not mad. I just want to spoil you remember. Now come here.” He closed the distance between them. He sucked Ian’s lips between his teeth before slipping his tongue into his mouth. He sighed as their tongues moved with each other both trying to dominate the other. His cock started to throb against his sweats as he moved his hands down the curve of Ian’s sides. He pulled away from the kiss and then scooped up his boyfriend in his arms bridal style.

“Daddy,” he laughed. “Put me down. I can walk. You always do this.”

“Cause I can.” He walked out of the bathroom. 

“Come on Daddy,” he reached out and touched Mickey’s face as they walked to the bed. “I’m not a kid.”

He dropped Ian down softly on the bed then climbed ontop of him. “No but you’re my little Kitten. If I wanna baby you I’m gonna because I love you. Anythin I can do to make your life easier it’s my job to give you. I’m your boyfriend after all. I want to give you everythin Kitten.” He kissed the soft pale skin covered in freckles trailing his tongue along the way. When he reached his dick he looked up.  “I’m the only one who can because I love you more than anybody else does.” 

“Huh,” he gasped before sinking into the soft sheets beneath him. Mickey was being so sweet and sincere. Sometimes it seemed overwhelming but right now it was what he needed to hear and he believed it. He loved his boyfriend so hard it hurt. It was dangerous but for moments like this, the fire was worth it. “I love you too Daddy.”  Ian watched as his boyfriend move his lips up and down his dick. He heard Mickey reaching for his bag then he felt the cool drip from the lubricant cause his body to shiver. Mickey’s fingers rubbed against his hole before pressing two inside. “Ahh ha mm..” It had been awhile but his body was used to the feeling and craved more.

“Mmm Daddy,”

He would never tire of the sounds his little boyfriend made when he touched him. His ass was sucking his fingers in and he was more than happy to push deeper. He moved his fingers back and forth in a circle as he opened and closed them. He wanted to fuck his boyfriend senseless. Put all the negative thoughts and doubt out of his brain. He wanted to be the only thing on his mind.

“Uh huh..” He moaned spreading his legs wider. “Daddy uh..”

He couldn’t hold back. He needed to devour him. He lifted Ian’s legs on his shoulders then leaned down capturing his lips before pressing into his warm body. “Mmm fuck,” he groaned. It felt like forever even though it had only been a few days. Ian was as tight and warm as he ever was. No matter how much they fucked it always felt like the first time and he hoped that would never change.

“You..you can move,” he reached out and touched Mickey’s arm. He’d been craving this. His boyfriend's cock was big and filled him up in a way that was addicting. It hurt for a moment then he wanted more. “Fuck me Daddy,” he rutted his hips. “Hard.”

He had to use every ounce of willpower to not cum right there. He loved it when Ian talked dirty. He didn’t do it often but when he did... He sat up and held Ian’s waist pulling him down so they were flushed with each other then snapped his hips. 

“Uh,” He closed his eyes and licked his lips. Mickey was fucking him hard and fast. His body was sliding on the sheets. “Mmm.. Daddy…Daddy,” he panted before opening his eyes. He sat up and wrapped his arm around Mickey’s neck pulling him down into a kiss. Their lips explored each other as Mickey hit every sweet spot causing him to move his hand down his back and dig in his nails.

This was different. Ian hadn’t done this since the first time they had sex. He never marked him. Nothing more than a hickey but there were fingernails digging into his skin and he knew it would leave a mark. It was undeniable this sex was different. They were both wrapped in true bliss. No distractions, no fear just the two of them entwined. It was perfect until his phone rang.

“D..Don’t answer,” Ian gasped as he pulled his boyfriend closer, deeper. “D..daddy.”

He wasn’t going to. Whoever that was could fuck right off. That’s what he thought until it rang over and over and over and fucking over.

“Damn it,” he looked at his little boyfriend. For this much persistence, it could be an emergency. “I’m sorry Kitten I gotta answer it.” He reluctantly pulled out from his boyfriend and walked over to the dresser grabbing his phone. It was a number he didn’t recognize. He answered the call.

“What?”

“Mickey?”

Oh great. Just fucking great. He recognized this voice. It was Ian’s annoying older brother Lip.

“What do you want? I’m busy.”

“Where’s my brother? He’s not answerin his phone? Is he with you?”

He looked over to his little boyfriend who was just staring at him annoyance written on his face in the cutest way. He walked over to him and climbed on the bed. Ian was about to speak when he brought his hand down to cover his mouth. He gave him a look and Ian nodded. He pulled back his hand then grabbed his cock guiding it back inside him.

“Yeah.”

“Ok so put him on the phone. He needs to come home. He wasn’t supposed to be gone all day. I had plans and he promised to babysit.”

He pulled back and snapped his hips.

“Huh,” Ian gasped then quickly brought his hands up to cover his mouth. Mickey stared down at him with a smile. He was loving this wasn’t he? It was kind of hot. Mickey thrust into him again. “Mmm,” even muffled he wanted Mickey to hear him so he was louder to make up for it.

“Yeah....that’s not gonna happen. I’m busy right now.”

“Mickey put my brother on now!”

“Ok fine. Just give me a few minutes to fuckin finish up alright?”

“Fuck fine whatever.”

He set the phone down on the nightstand next to Ian’s head, the screen had timed out so it was dark although the call was still very much on. “Where we’re we?” He looked down at Ian then grabbed his waist firmly and snapped his hips starting a hard, deep, steady pace.

His toes curled it felt so good. “Uh..huh mm.. Daddy huh.” He tossed his head to the side. “Mmm fuck me uh..”

“Tell me how much you want it.”

He turned back to his boyfriend. “Mm I want it D..Daddy. Uh,” he brought his hand behind his pressing against the wall to feel everything his boyfriend wanted to give. “Want you to f..fuh fuck me.”

“Tell me how much mm you love me.”

His toes curled, “I love you uh..love you Daddy. I love you mm more than uh annythin..”

“You’re such a little slut for my cock aren’t you kitten?” He wanted Lip to hear it all. He wanted him to know who Ian belonged to. Who he would be choosing over his family. “You were a bad boy earlier. You hurt uh.. my feelings.”

Why was he bringing that up now? Was it a test? Fine. “Y..eah I’m uh I’m so sorry D..daddy uh. Please.” He was so close. Mickey was being relentless. “I’ll be a good boy uh please. I’ll be good D..daddy. D..dont be mad.”

“Damn right you will,” he reached down and stoked Ian’s dick. “Now cum for me.”

He closed his eyes feeling the release sweep through his entire body. “Huuh mm..” He opened his eyes.

He thrust a few more times then came inside his boyfriend. “You look so fuckin hot all fucked out like that.”

He blushed and reached down grabbing the sheets and pulling them up to his face.

“One more thing then we can cuddle. I’ll get us room service champaign and somethin sweet how does that sound?”

“Really good. Thank you Daddy.”

He grabbed up the phone. The call ended but he had 2 new messages.

Unknown (8:45pm) You’re a disgusting asshole. You’re a creep and a fucking pervert. What did you do to him? Where are you? You’re never going to see him again. I don’t care how much he hates me.

Unknown (8:50pm) I’m not going to just stand here and let you ruin his life. I’m not afraid of you asshole!

This was perfect. He could use this.

Mickey (9:10pm)  Ian is old enough to make his own choices. He chose to be with me. He chose everything. It’s not my fault you can’t provide him with the shit he wants. Why would you want to take that from him?

Unknown (9:12pm) He isn’t old enough to know shit. He just turned 16. He’s a fucking kid. He doesn’t know any better. He trusts you because he’s too stupid to see how fuckin sick you are. He needs me and his family to keep him from making dumb ass decisions like being with you. We won't allow it.

Mickey (9:14pm) He’s smarter than you give him credit for. You should have more faith in him and his choices like I do. I know how to make him happy. I give him everything he fucking needs, as you know. With me he doesn’t have to want for shit. How can that be stupid? Sounds like a pretty fucking smart move to me.

Unknown (9:16pm) That is exactly why he’s stupid. The fact that you convinced him to buy you’re act proves he’s ignorant and naive. He’s making stupid decisions one after the other and it’s because of you. You dug you’re hooks in, but I won’t let you anymore. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you away from him you sick fuck.

Mickey (9:18pm) Ian can decide that for himself. He doesn’t need your approval to be with me so fuck off and leave us be.

Unknown (9:20pm) He can’t decide shit because he's a fucking kid!

He closed the conversation on his phone then went to the app for the hotel and ordered room service. Once it arrived he climbed into bed next to his boyfriend. They got cheesecake and sparkling cider. They didn’t need alcohol or weed right now just each other. He put on a scary movie. One he’d seen before but Ian hadn’t. It was the Conjuring, the 1st one. They snuggled together eating cheesecake the whole time he was thinking how to bring the conversation up.

The bed was like a cloud he was actually floating on. Mickey was against him and they were being dorks taking turns feeding each other cheesecake. He turned the first time and it got on his cheek but his weirdo boyfriend licked it off. During the movie he could see Mickey was thinking about something. He seemed distant. He didn’t like that at all. They were having such a good time. Did he do something? Was Mickey about to get mad?

 No…..

He can’t just assume things were going to go wrong. “Daddy?” He leaned up against his boyfriend's chest and tilted his head to meet blue eyes. “Is everythin ok? You seem…distracted.”

Might as well rip off the bandaid. “I’m sorry Kitten I just been thinkin about somethin.” He brought his arm down to pull his boyfriend closer. “I just don’t get why your family thinks so little of you. I mean you’re basically a fuckin adult yet they don't trust you.”

He pushed off Mickey slowly, “What? Where’s this comin from?”

He sighed. “I spoke with your brother a few minutes ago. I guess your phone died or somethin so he texted me.” He looked away. “Not sure how he got my number but that shits not the point.”  Ian stared at him so he continued. “They don’t appreciate you, not really. They get fuckin pissed because I can provide for you but that’s my job as your boyfriend right Kitten? You like bein happy don’t you?”

“Yes,” he was confused. What did he say to Mickey? “What uh…” did he want to know? Did they know he was here? “What did he say?”

He handed his phone to his boyfriend. “See for yourself.” He folded his arms. “You should just live with me. Legally you can…”

He read the messages and immediately he felt attacked. “That asshole!” He hit the call button.

“Wait what are you doin?” Ian was calling his brother. Shit! He was gonna tell him about the call. Fuck. He couldn’t stop him cause he’d look suspicious.

‘Ian?”

“Yeah it’s me. What the fuck Lip? You think I’m stupid. That I'm just a kid who needs his handheld because I cant make smart choices. Where do you get off sayin shit like that? I’m not a fuckin kid. I’m not stupid you just..”

“Are you with him right now?”

“With Mickey? Yeah I am.”

“Then you’re stupid Ian. I mean come on man use you’re brain. How could you expect me to treat you like an adult when you’re makin the braindead choice of bein with a fuckin jerk like that. He’s a pig. He’s a pervert and he doesn’t care about you at all!”

He squeezed the phone. He knew Lip would go off on him but he didn’t know Mickey. Not one fucking bit. “You don’t know anythin about my relationship. You’ve hated him since you found out we're together. You hate him because he can take care of me don’t you? You want me to rely on you for everything. You can’t stand there’s someone else who can take better care of me than you ever could. Do you know what I did today? I saw the Ocean. The fuckin Ocean. Mickey did that. He made somethin I never thought I could have, happen and you expect me to think he doesn't care!”

“What? The Ocean? Ian where the fuck are you?”

“California.”

“WHAT?”

“Yeah that’s right. I'm in California in a 5 star hotel and today Mickey and I spent the day at the beach. It was amazing.”

“You tell that jerk to bring you home now. I can’t believe you. You thought it was ok to just fly across the fuckin country. What the fuck is wrong with you? This is the exact dumb ass shit I’m talking about you. How can you be this dense Ian?”

He felt his lip quiver. Why didn’t Lip want him to be happy?

He saw Ian’s eyes start to water. Lip was 100% right. Ian was a kid. He was his Kitten and he didn’t care because he would always be that in his eyes. He would make him so innocent he couldn’t think without his permission. He would depend on him for everything. That’s how it should and would be. He reached out and snatched the phone away. “You made him cry. Just leave us alone. He wants to be with me and that’s it. He doesn’t need you anymore.” He was watching his boyfriend waiting for him to jump in but he never did. “I love him and I’m not gonna let you treat him like some stupid kid. He deserves better and only I can give him that. He’s gonna live with me and show you just how much he doesn't need you.”

“ WHAT? NO WAY IN HELL!”

He looked up at Mickey. “Live with you?”

He smiled then hung up the phone on Lip. “I was waitin for the perfect moment. It was supposed to be more romantic than a fuckin angry phone call.” He reached out and grabbed Ian’s hands. “Kitten I love you so much. I need you. After today I can’t imagine not spending every day with you. Please say yes. It would make me so fuckin happy. All I ever wanted is someone to love me like you do. Please Kitten let’s try it. Let’s live together.”

His brain was running like a hampster wheel. This was such a big decision. Fiona and Lip…no fuck them. They don’t want him to be happy. He needed to show them he could do it. He could be an adult. Maybe then when the could respect him he could fix what they broke. Mickey was already going to be paying for his phone. He spent all his time outside of school at his house. This would only make them closer right? Then his family can see how wrong they were about everything. “Ok.” He squeezed Mickey’s hand. “Ok Daddy. Let’s do it.”

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He watched Ian as he slept. He was so peaceful and sweet. The red on his face had faded away leaving pale freckled skin that seemed to glow with the light from the sun. He looked almost angelic. “Oh come on,” he shook his head. That had to be the sappiest thought he ever had.

He stood up from the chair next to the bed. He’d been up for several hours. Today was their last day here. They would be leaving tonight. Showing Ian the Ocean was magical. His little boyfriend looked so happy and in awe. He had a great time but it was something he’d seen so many times before. He wanted to do something with Ian that was new for both of them. He saw Ian’s first and now he wondered if anything could get him as excited as Ian was. He’d been going through attraction after attraction on his phone but nothing seemed to stand out. He’d never seen the wax museum but it didn’t strike him as romantic. He’d just asked Ian to live with him, he wanted to make it so he wouldn’t back out. He would be so enamored with the time they spent together that he wouldn’t think twice. There was the Hollywood tour, but that sounded boring. Ian might like it but he lived in a mansion and he’d been to quite a few with his parents. The only thing that stood out was an amusement park. He’d been to Universal Studios once when he was a kid. Then there was Six Flags which he’d been to as well. Both times were with his Nanny and his sister and he was maybe 11 or 12 at the time. There was one place he’d never been to. He’d never really heard of it, maybe once or twice. Knotts Berry Farm. From the pictures on the website, it looked like it sounds, like a farm. There were cute shops and a few rides. This was it. Hopefully, it wasn’t super lame.

He climbed on the bed on top of his sleeping boyfriend then leaned down and kissed his nose. “Wake up Kitten,” he reached out and ran his hand through messy red hair. “Got a big day planned. Let’s go.”

He blinked his eyes open then wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, “Mm good mornin Daddy.”

“Mornin Kitten. Hurry up and get dressed. I’m takin you to an amusement park.”

“What?” He sat up, “Really? Why?” He’d never really been one of those people who got excited by things like that. Maybe because his family could never afford it. What was the point when he could just do stupid shit with his friends for free? “Where?” They were in California so there were so many places. Was it Universal Studios? Or maybe Disneyland? Mickey was a romantic at heart so he could see that as a possibility.

He climbed off the bed, “Knotts Berry Farm.” He walked over to where his clothes were on the dresser and pulled on a t-shirt. “Never been there. Thought we could check it out.”

He followed Mickey’s lead and started to get dressed. “Wait? You’ve never been there? That’s surprising. I thought you’d have been to all the places around here.” Mickey had talked to him the night before about how he used to come to California when he was a kid. His family went to lots of fundraisers and high-profile events. He and Mandy were usually left to their own devices once the meet-and-greets were done.

“Not this place. We can see it for the first time together.”

He smiled as he put on his shoes. Someplace new for him and Mickey. He would be able to see Mickey discover something. It seemed like a foreign concept so the idea made his heart swell. 

***

KNOTT’S BERRY FARM

He stared up at the sign. It was just like he thought it would be. It was like stepping out of LA and walking back in time to a place much more simple and charming. He bought him and Ian tickets and they walked around hand in hand.

This was not what he was expecting and he was more than happy with it. It felt like they were in a market from an old TV show or a country fair. The smell of pie hit him as they turned a corner. “Look Daddy,” he squeezed his boyfriend's hand and tugged him toward the area the smell was coming from.

He followed letting his boyfriend take the lead. He was too busy checking out things. This was nothing like an amusement park he’d ever been to. It was cool. There were little things everywhere that just made it feel like its own world.

They were standing in front of a pie stand now. Mickey seemed to be in deep thought, quiet. It was a little unsettling. “Hey,” he brought his hand around Mickey’s waist. “You ok?”

“Huh?” He looked at his boyfriend who had concern in his eyes. “No Kitten, I'm fine don’t worry.” He looked around. “I just never been to a place like this. It’s cute you know?” He looked over to the side and saw a little graVestone that was roped off. “What’s the hell?” He pulled from Ian and walked over to read the writing. “See this shit is cool. It’s written all in like old lingo and stuff.” He looked up and studied the buildings. “It makes it feel like this is really a ghost town.”

He quickly walked up to his boyfriend grabbed his face and pulled him down into a kiss. “I love you so much.”

He was caught off guard but in a good way. “What was that?” He licked his lips. 

“It’s just cool to see you like this.”

He cocked his head, “Like what?”

He grabbed Mickey’s hand, “Like a kid in a candy shop. It’s a nice change.”

He rolled his eyes. Ian was right. He was excited to see something new and to share it with the person he loved.

Mickey bought them slices of pie and they continued to walk around. They passed a bench with two cowboys on it and he wanted to take a picture. Mickey said no way but after a few please daddies he gave in. They asked a mom of two who passed by to take several photos with them sitting in the middle of the bench. After that, they walked over to what looked like a roped-off mine.

“Welcome to the Ghost Rider. You two ready for the ride of your life?” A tall man holding the rope greeted them.

“Uh..yeah sure.” Mickey looked over at Ian and then back at the man. “Where do we go?” The man directed them to the entrance of the rollercoaster. They waited in line for about 10 minutes then it was their turn. “Are you scared?” He reached out and touched Ian’s hand.

“No,” he lied. He’d never been on a rollercoaster. What if he cried? What if he threw up? The thoughts alone made his stomach churn until he felt Mickey’s fingers lace with his.

“Just remember people do this all the fuckin. You can’t fall out, and look.” he pointed to cars ahead where there were three kids probably 10 or 11 high fiving each other. “If they can do it this shit, you can do it.” He was nervous as hell too. It had been years since he’d been on a rollercoaster but he wasn’t going to show that to Ian.

“Ok,” he took a deep breath. Before he knew it metal rails came down and locked them in. He could barely touch Mickey’s hand but knowing he was there with him was helpful. It was obvious his boyfriend was feeling a little anxious too. He was hiding it well but his eyes gave it away. As soon as he adjusted to having a bar hard against his lap the car started moving. Nope. He looked at Mickey, “Is it too late to back out?” He looked as the car began to lift up the tracks. 

“Relax Kitten. It will be fun. Just don't forget to scream. It makes it so much better.” With that, the ride increased in speed and he was sucked into his own whirlwind of feeling. The air rushing past him, the spiral of the tracks causing his stomach to leap, and the refreshing feeling of screaming at the top of his lungs. They hit a calmer spot and he turned to his boyfriend to see how he was holding up.

Holy shit that was fucking awesome. He was scared at first but then it was all adrenaline. His heart raced and all he wanted was to keep going. He screamed as Mickey said and it just made him more excited. They seemed to be getting to the end because the ride was slowing down. He saw Mickey looking at him. He smiled wide, “I want to go again.”

**

They rode the Ghost Rider 3 more times. By the third time, he was over it. Who knew his boyfriend was such an adrenaline junkie. They walked through the rest of the Ghost Town and just as they were leaving he saw a bunch of people doing something in a trough of water. “Let’s check this out.”

Ian followed his boyfriend over to the group of people where they were approached by a woman.

“Hi, guys. Welcome to Gold Panning.”

“Gold what?” Mickey looked around.

“Here,” the women handed him and Ian two metal bowl plate things. “What’s this for?”

“Come with me and I’ll show you.” She walked over to an empty spot. “This is called panning for gold. You take the pan and scoop up the sand like this.”

The two watched as the woman started moving the sand slowly in the water over and over until there was hardly any sand left.

“Daddy look!” A blush flooded across his cheeks as the woman cracked a small smile. He was so used to calling Mickey that he didn’t think about there being someone right next to them in the same conversation. The feeling lasted only seconds before he pointed to the bowl. “Is that..?”

“Yes. This is 22k gold from Alaska. Once you’re done we give you a little glass bottle to collect your winnings in.”

“Sweet!” Mickey put his pan in the sand and then looked over at his boyfriend as he did the same. Slowly but surely they started to get gold flakes in the bottom of the pans.

 He knew it wasn’t anything just little flecks for fun. It couldn’t really have any monetary value but finding it was exciting. He and Ian spent about an hour doing it and left with two little glass bottles with a few gold flakes each. Ian was glowing and he felt warm inside too. Yesterday was an awesome day but today was on a whole other level.

They passed a few other rides but they didn’t go on them. Instead, they went into different gift shops. 

“Look Daddy,” Ian pointed to a stand filled with rocks for sale. “Can we get one?”

He raised a brow, “Really Kitten? You want a rock?” He sighed. He’d buy him the whole stall if he wanted. “Fine go pick out your rock. It’s lame though,” he teased.

He didn’t care if it seemed stupid, it was just one more thing to remind him of their day together. When he looked closer he saw the rocks had numbers on them. There were 3 different kinds. While he was looking at them he was approached by the man at the stand.

“You can get two for 20$ They’re magical you know.”

He shrugged his shoulders, he wasn’t a kid.  “It’s just a rock why is it so expensive?”

“Oh I see, you didn’t see the display did you?”

Mickey walked up to his boyfriend and the shop owner. “What display?” They followed the guy to the other side of the stall and saw a glass window filled with beautiful geode crystals. “Wow, that’s fuckin cool.” He looked at the man. “What does that have to do with those?”

“That’s the magic part. Would you like to buy them?”

He looked at Ian and then back at the guy. “Fuck it. We’ll take two.”

They picked out rocks and the man took them and walked inside the stall. They watched as he put them into a machine and cracked them then he rinsed them off, when he was done he was holding the rocks and they had crystals inside.

“No way,” he snatched the lighter colored one. “How’d you do that?”

“So cool!” Ian grabbed his rock and stared lovingly at his boyfriend, as the shop owner walked him through the process. This was a side of Mickey he didn’t know existed. He was happy, excited and just soaking up everything this place had to offer. He was having a great time too but Mickey was the one who was enjoying it the most, and that was more than ok. He’d stay there all day if his boyfriend wanted.

He finished talking with the shop owner. His mind was blown when he explained it to him how the crystals formed. He turned to see his boyfriend staring at him. “What?” He scratched at his neck. “Why you lookin at me like that?”

“It’s just nice to see you havin a good time is all.” He put his two pieces of rock together. “These are really cool. Thanks Daddy.”

All he wanted. All he ever wanted. “Sure Kitten and guess what.” He ran his finger around the crystal. “This is quartz crystal.”

“Wow cool. I can’t wait to show Lip and….” his smile faltered and Mickey saw it. His boyfriend was quiet now just staring at the rock in his hand. It was making him very uneasy. He didn’t want to ruin things. He couldn’t help it. Even with everything he loved his family... “Nevermind, let's go see the rest. I think there's one more area.” 

They were having such a good time. Why did Ian have to ruin it by talking about his stupid family? It was supposed to be just them. He didn’t want him thinking about anything but that. It was so stupid. Ian was so stupid! What was wrong with him? Why was his boyfriend…

“Daddy?” Ian slipped his arm around his boyfriend's and squeezed. “Let’s go check out the last part. It’s called Fiesta Village. Doesn’t that sound cool?” He smiled at Mickey. He was having a great time and he wanted Mickey to be happy. “I’m havin so much fun with you. Thanks Daddy. Are you havin fun?”

“Yeah,” he glanced at Ian then to the ground briefly. “Let’s go Kitten.” He was having fun. So much fun that he never wanted it to end. This bubble he’d created to keep Ian close, to keep wanting to live with him was fragile and could pop at any moment. Just then, it almost did.

**

“Holy fuck i’m tired. He plopped down on the bed and laid on his back. “Between that and walkin up the hill yesterday. I feel like I'm gonna die.”

Ian laughed and climbed on top of his boyfriend, straddling him with his knees. “Aren’t you Captain of the football team?  thought you’d have more stamina than that.”

“Hmph,” he reached up and threaded his fingers through Ian’s hair before pulling him down into a kiss. “Trust me Kitten,” he went to stand up taking his boyfriend with him. Ian wrapped his legs around him. “I have plenty of stamina.” He walked over to the wall and pushed Ian up against it. “So much that I’m gonna fuck you right here. Just like this.”

“Oh yeah,” he reached down and pulled his shirt over his head before leaning in a pressing a kiss against Mickey’s lips. “Go then Daddy.” He leaned back and shivered. The wall was fucking cold. “Show me what you got.”

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The plane ride home was in it all started to sink in. The gravity of the situation. He told Mickey he would live with him. It seemed so easy to think about in the moment but now he wasn’t sure. So many things had happened since they started dating. He no longer worked at Mc. Donalds. When Fiona was Assistant Manager she only scheduled him 20 hours a week so he could keep up with school. When Mickey and him started dating he took up all his time. He went from working 4 hours days 5 days a week to 2 days a week. Then Fiona got a new job promoting some club. Apparently, a friend from highschool was a big-shot promoter and offered her a job. With a new manager, they wanted him to work full-time. Even before he dated Mickey he worked part-time because of school. So he ended up quitting. Now all his free time was spent with his boyfriend.

Then there was the relationship he had with his family. He loved them but they were never really around. Lip was living on campus and Fiona was with her friends or boyfriend when she wasn’t working. It was usually just him and Debbie. Lip eventually moved back in so he could help them more and that’s when it all started to change. Lip hated Mickey and he made it known. It was never as upfront as he was this time but still. He would rag on him constantly for staying at his house or spending all his time with his boyfriend. He made him feel bad and scolded him like a child when he came home with new stuff. They went from hanging out and having fun when Lip would visit to having his older brother constantly looking over his shoulder. If that wasn’t bad enough Fiona was talking his side. It was like they both thought he was some dumb kid but never came out and actually said it. They just treated him like a kid but after the text messages and phone call his brother finally said what he really thought. He was a stupid, naive, dumbass who didn’t know how to take care of himself. Why would he want to live there after that? Living with Mickey was such a big step though. His lifestyle, his friends… So far he’d only been lightly involved in those things. If he moved in with Mickey that meant fundraisers and parties and all the things people on the other side did. What if he let Mickey down? What if he couldn’t fit into his world? What would happen then?

**

Mickey was sitting in the car staring at his boyfriend. Things had been good. Ian hadn’t changed his mind so he decided now or never. They got back and Ian stayed over the next week. Things seemed to be getting worse with his family day by day. Now it was Saturday and time to get Ian’s shit and move on with life. The problem was that his little boyfriend didn’t want his help.

“It’s just gonna be easier if I run in and get my stuff.” He looked over at his house seeing his Lip leaning against the door frame before walking inside. “I don’t want any more drama.”

“You really think if you walk in there without me they’re gonna give you a fuckin high-five and say go for it?” He sat back in the seat. Ian made things so complicated sometimes. “Just let me come in with you. They try and talk shit or convince you not to go I’ll tell them to fuck off.”

“That’s…” Ian pinched his nose. “That’s exactly what I don't want to happen Daddy.” He turned to his boyfriend. “I’m not gonna back out. I’ve thought about this all week ok. I want to live with you. I want to you know…try.”

He took a deep breath. Don’t freak out, don’t freak out. Not now. He wanted more than anything to go in there and make it known Ian was his now and his family could do nothing about it. Ian didn’t get emancipated but it didn’t matter. He knew his family couldn’t stop him. Ian wanted to do this peacefully and without drama. He needed the drama. He wanted to stir the pot, to break it so Ian would run into his arms. “Fine,’ he squeezed the steering wheel. “But if your ass aint out here in 20 minutes Kitten I’m goin in.”

“20 minutes?” He turned to his boyfriend. “You’re kidding right?”

“Do I look like I’m fuckin playin around?” he snapped. “Why did you even want to come here? I can buy you everythin you need? It shouldn’t take that long to grab your shit. It’s not like you have much anyways.”

He reached for his seatbelt undoing it. “I like my shit , there are a lot of things that are special to me. You probably wouldn’t understand since you can fucking buy anything you want.” He opened the car door and then slammed it shut. “Not all of us can spend money like water Mickey. I’m gonna get my stuff and I’ll be out when I’m done. Don’t come in.” He turned and started to walk through the gate.

Ian did not just say that to him. He really….. If this were any other time he would have smacked him. He would have smacked him and made him cry for talking back. He would reduce him to a blubbering mess that only he could put back together. Stupid bitch. He probably thinks moving in he can gain some control in their relationship. That he could slam his car door and talk back and everything would just be sunshine and rainbows. That was a fairytale, his world didn’t work like that.

*

Ian took a deep breath. He could do this. He walked up the stairs and opened the door. Lip was sitting at the table. “Hey.” He walked into the kitchen and pulled out two trash bags.”I’m just here to get my stuff.”

Lip followed after Ian until he got to his room and lit a cigarette leaning against the doorframe. “Why you even here? Your sugar daddy could’ve just bought you everythin you need. You’re a kept boy now right?” Lip blew smoke towards the ceiling. “Why bother?”

That wasn’t true! He didn’t ask Mickey to buy him anything. He just did and his stuff meant something to him. “You’re just like him…” He opened a drawer and started tossing in clothes. “He told me he’d buy me new shit too and I said no. I said no cause I ain’t in this for his fuckin money.” He turned to his brother. “You don’t even know anythin. Just stay out of it!”

“I’m nothin like that piece of shit” Lip sneered. “You’re fuckin blind if you think he’s buyin you stuff without expectin somethin in return. Guys like that don’t  do anythin without a motive Ian!” Lip crossed his arms. “He doesn’t fuckin treat you right and you just let him. When’s it gonna end? When he fuckin hits you, beats you?” Lip studied his brother’s face noticing the smallest change. If he would’ve blinked he would have missed it.

He felt his lip quiver. No. He couldn’t cry, if he did Lip would pry and pry. He doesn’t know Mickey. He wasn’t bad he only……. It wouldn’t happen again. He messed up that night and on the plane. That was his fault not Mickey's. Mickey loved him and he just wanted him to be happy and grateful. He only got upset when he wasn’t. Plus they were going to live together and he wouldn’t let it happen.

He was right! He needed to make Ian see how wrong he was. He needed to keep him safe.  “Maybe that won’t happen and you’ll live happily ever after, like some Disney princess.” Lip went over to the drawer and grabbed the trash bag. “You’re young and bein fuckin stupid if you think that’ll happen. Understand. It’s never just once Ian.”

He avoided eye contact with Lip and continued to toss his clothes in his bag.

“Are you even listenin to me Ian?” Lip reached out and touched his little brother's shoulder, but he pulled away. “He’ll chip and chip until you’re not Ian Gallagher anymore” Lip put out his cigarette and then snatched the bag from Ian. “It’s already fuckin started. I can tell.” He tosesd the bag on Ian’s bed. “He’s fuckin sickenin and you’re so blinded and so brainwashed you think it’s what you want. Wake up. Don’t do this.” 

He wasn’t a kept boy or a punching bag. He was Ian Gallagher! “Just stop!” His hands were shaking. “Why can’t…” don’t cry. When he did he become such a baby? “Why can’t you just be fuckin happy for me. I’m happy. I love Mickey and he wants what’s best for..” he felt his phone buzz. He rolled his eyes and pulled it out of his pocket.

Daddy 3:15pm (edit) what the fuck is takin so long? I said 20 minutes. Do I need to come inside? All you had to do is grab a few things. You're not changin you’re mind are you? Seriously Kitten hurry the fuck up or I’m comin in.”

He went to type but hesitated. He let out a deep breath and shoved his phone back in his pocket. “I’m doin this and I ain’t gonna change my mind. Please just be happy for me.” He looked around his room. There was so much stuff. Maybe nothing fancy but it was his. He grabbed the bag from his bed and squeezed it. “Whatever. I gotta go.”

“Don’t wanna leave Prince Charming waitin” Lip stepped in the way. “You’re makin a mistake and by the time you fuckin realize that it may be too late. Don’t be stupid Ian. You’re too fuckin smart for that. Please, don’t go.”

“When you can accept my relationship we can talk. Right now I gotta go.” 

“If you leave I can’t protect you.”

“I don’t need you to. MOVE!”

Lip sighed then moved away from the door. “Don’t come cryin to me when shit falls apart,” he shouted down the stairs. “And it will!”

He ran out of the door and down the steps. His heart was pounding against his chest. His whole body was shaking. This whole situation was so overwhelming he thought he was going to pass out. He looked behind him to see Lip leaning against the door again. He quickly walked over to the car and opened the door.

Mickey watched his boyfriend as he hugged his bag tightly against his chest. He could see Lip staring at them so he rolled down Ian’s window and waved him goodbye.

“Let’s just go,” he whispered choking back tears that were threatening to fall. “I wanna go home.” He turned to Mickey. “Please, Daddy.”

His heart melted as he looked into tear-stained green eyes. Ian seemed broken and it was beautiful. He finally got what he wanted. Ian was his now. His to love, to break, and to build back up. He was everything he ever wanted. “OK, Kitten.”

**

They pulled up to his house and the first thing he saw was his Dads car in the driveway. Great. He didn’t run this by his parents but it was what he wanted. He usually got everything he ever asked for so his parents would have to approve of it.

He parked the car then walked around to the other side to let his boyfriend out. Ian was silent the whole ride, his bag pressed against his chest the whole time. He was finally where he belonged and he wanted to show him that. “Come on Kitten.” He held his hand out. “Lets get you settled in.” He glanced back at the car parked in front of him then to his boyfriend. “My parents are here so we can introduce you properly this time.”

Ian looked up at his boyfriend. The last time he met his parent it was a complete disaster. They seemed to hate him and think he was after Mickey's money. Not to mention what happened after with him and Mickey. Now they would be living together. He let out a deep breath. “Ok.” He didn’t take Mickey’s hand but exited the car. He was clutching his trash bag. He thought he’d be able to grab more of his stuff. His eyes began to water again. He was hoping he’d be able to reason with his brother. Lip was totally off base, he didn’t understand anything about his relationship.

He looked over at his boyfriend. His eyes were still wet with tears. That wouldn’t do. He didn’t plan on his parents being home but they were so he wanted to take advantage of that. He couldn’t introduce Ian properly when he looked like a kicked puppy. He walked up and gently grabbed the bag from his boyfriend. “It’s ok Kitten. He didn’t understand our love but maybe he will one day.” He knew that would never be the case but a white lie never hurt anyone. “You’re here now and I want that to make you happy. I hate to see you cry when you should be excited.”

Mickey was being so sweet. Maybe he was right. Lip and Fiona would come around eventually. They had to because they were family and they loved him. He wiped his eyes and smiled at his boyfriend. “You’re right Daddy. I am excited. Really. Let’s go inside.”

He reached behind Ian and shut the car door then the two headed into his house.

**

Once they reached his room he set Ian’s stuff on the dresser. Ian sat down on the bed and stared off into space. His words were what he wanted to do but his actions didn’t match them. He walked over to the bed and then knelt down so he could look up at Ian. “Kitten,” he reached out and grabbed Ian’s hand before bringing it up to give it a gentle kiss before nuzzling against it. “Be here with me. Love me.”

He studied his boyfriend. Seeing him on the floor made his heart flutter. The blue of his eyes swirled with nothing but love and sincerity. For the first time in the last few hours, his lips curled up in a smile. A genuine one. “I do love you, Daddy.” He reached out and touched Mickey’s face with his free hand. His boyfriend stood up from the ground then turned and walked over to the door and leaned against it.

“Are you ready?” Mickey locked eyes with his boyfriend. “They’ll love you because I love you.”

He laughed and stood up from the bed. “Yeah, I’m ready.” His heart began to race, this was really happening. He lived with Mickey. He lived in a mansion and he was about to meet the people he embarrassed himself in front of again. This time he would make a good impression. He wanted them to like him because he loved Mickey and unlike before when the question first came up, he couldn’t picture being without him.”

**

When they walked into the main hall he heard his mother's voice. He could tell that she was probably two glasses deep in her favorite wine. The other voice was their made Maribel. Ian had yet to meet her. He walked hand and hand into the dining room. “Hey Mom. Maribel.”

Mickey’s mother turned and ushered them over to the table she was leaning against. She was in her yoga outfit. Whenever she was home she would spend most of her free time either doing yoga in the gym or watching trash TV.  He followed his boyfriend but his eyes darted to where another woman was standing. She had a handful of plates and an apron. “You have a maid?” 

“That’s Maribel,” Mickey replied letting go of his boyfriend's hand to give his mother a hug. “It’s good to see you, Mom.” His parents might not be the best people and they were never around but he loved them. His father was strict but his mother always supported him. He knew his Dad loved him too he just didn’t show it as well. However, neither of his parents knew the real him. Only Ian did. Everyone else with the exception of his sister only saw the expectation he was supposed to be. The honor student. The Captain of the football team. The asshole. Ian saw all of that but also his love of anime. His collection of old videogames and of course his dark side. Some people got a glimpse but only Ian knew the real darkness.

He watched Mickey hug his mom and couldn’t help but smile. He walked over to where the two of them were standing then reached out his hand. “Mrs. Milkovich. It’s good to see you again.”

His mother looked over at him then back to Ian and grabbed his hand before pulling him against her in an embrace. “None of that darling.” She pushed Ian back gently. “You call me Mia. You’re dating my son after all. No need to be so formal.”

“Oh ok. Thank you, Mia.” He averted his eyes momentarily trying to shake off his nerves. She was so nice when last time she basically called him a gold digger.

“Look who we have here.”

He turned around to see Mickey's dad walk in. He was surprised to see him wearing a tracksuit. He didn’t know Mickey’s parents would be so down to earth. It was a completely different vibe than the party.

“Hey Dad.”

Terry walked right passed him over to where Mia and Mickey were standing. He gave Mickey a pat on the back then wrapped his hand around Mia’s waist and leaned against the counter to stare at him. Now all three Milkoviches were looking him over. He swallowed as his stomach started to churn. It was like they were studying him.

Terry looked him over. “Ian right?” 

“Uh yes sir.” He replied. “Ian Gallagher. It’s nice to meet you again.” He looked over and saw the stool next to the island counter and pulled it out taking a seat. “I appreciate you having me here. I know last time I left a bad impression but living here and being with Mickey is really exciting for me. I love your son and he makes me really happy. I don’t think I could picture being without him and..” Shit he was rambling. Good job Ian. “Uh, I’m sorry what I meant was..”

‘Relax.” Terry held his hand out. “Mikhailo is not an idiot. You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t meet his standards. That bein said.” He looked over to his son. “Who the fuck you permission to invite someone to live in my house? I’m pretty sure that’s a conversation that never fuckin happened.”

“Now Terrence.” Mia reached down and gripped Terry’s hand. “If our precious son wants Ian to live here then he can. You and I both know things with work themselves out. Young love is fleeting, why not let them enjoy it while it last.” 

Mickey looked over at his mother. “What the hell's that supposed to mean?” He walked over to where Ian was and stood behind him reaching down to grip his shoulders. “Nothin needs to be worked out. He lives here because he’s my boyfriend. We love each other and he makes me happy. I’m gonna marry him one day. He’s fuckin family.”

Mickey’s grip was more than a little tight, it might even leave marks but in the moment he didn’t really care. Mickey's words were like a warm blanket wrapping around him sheltering him from the cold. His parents seemed nice and friendly but they were mixing insults into everything they said.

“Hmph,” Terry scoffed.

“Of course son.” Mia looked over at the clock and then back to Maribel. “How much longer until dinner is done.”

“About 15 minutes Mrs. Mia.”

“Perfect.” Mia pushed off from where she was leaning against the counter and walked over to Ian. “Do you smoke Darlin?”

“Uh..yes?”

Mia laughed. “You’re adorable. No wonder my son likes you. Now come with me outside. I never smoke inside.”

He felt Mickey’s grip release before he even answered. This was it. His chance to be alone with Mickey’s mom. Maybe he could win her over. Most people liked him. He was nice to everyone except people who didn’t deserve it. He was honest for the most part and he had a good sense of humor. “Ok, Mrs… I mean Mia.” 

He stood up and followed Mickey's mother down the hall. As he looked around he realized he’d never seen much of the house. To be honest, outside of Mickey’s area, the dining room, and that library he’d never been around Mickey’s house at all. Even though they walked down the same hallway he passed several other entrances to different ones. He was going to live here? He’d have to ask Mickey for a proper tour. He brought his attention back to Mia who spoke nothing as they walked. He was trying not to be intimidated. Trying his best to work up the nerve to have a decent conversation.

“Here we are.” 

Mia was standing in front of the French window door and then walked outside. He followed behind her over to where the lounge furniture was under a covered patio. The size was like a regular living room. Chairs, sectional sofas, and the entire thing was covered. 

Mia lit up a cigarette so he followed suit. The silence from the hallway carried over and it was so loud. He could do this. “So Mrs…Mia. I just wanted…”

“How much?”

Huh? He cocked his head, “How much what?” Was she asking what he thought she was? She had to be.

Mia leaned back into the chair. “How much do you love my son? He seems absolutely smitten with you. Asking you to move in before speaking with us. He’s always been the one to take what he wants but I never pictured him doing somethin like this. He’s never seemed interested in anythin or anyone outside of football. Not even his friends with one exception.” She turned to look him square in the eyes. “So how much?”

Not what he expected at all. He was prepared to go on the defense but instead, he thought about Mickey and it made him feel warm inside. “Very much. Mickey is amazin.” He took a drag of his cigarette. “He’s layered. He comes off as an asshole but under all that he’s a nerd and a big kid. I love seein that side of him.”

Mia's eyes softened. “I see. Mikhailo thinks we don't see that side of him but he lets it show occasionally. He thinks he has to be the best all the time. For the most part, it’s true. The circle we run in and the lifestyle comes with responsibilities. It’s comforting to know he has someone to be himself around. I’m happy he found you.”

His cheeks were beginning to turn red.”Thank you.”

“That bein said. How much?”

“Wait what? I thought we already settled that.”

Mia laughed. “No Darlin. You may have feelings now and he might be lost in it but as I said it’s fleeting. Is $10k good for you?”

“E..excuse me?!” He jumped up from the couch. “You really think I would take your money? What do you take me for? I could never. I love Mickey for him not for his fuckin money.”

“My son's life has been laid out. He’s about to be scouted for football scholarships. He’s an honor student. We’re High Society. Do you really think you could handle his lifestyle? That you could keep up with him?”

“I..” he didn't like this feeling. He always tried to be in the moment. That’s how Mickey was. He was always telling him not to think about these things but now here he was being forced to. He didn’t want to think about Mickey going to college. His boyfriend had perfect grades and was a beast on the football field. He was rich. He could get into any school he wanted. Why would he want him holding him back? Maybe she was right? It’s what he’d thought from the beginning. They were from two different worlds. “I want to,” he paused. “But I don’t want to get in the way. Mickey means so much to me. I just want him to be happy. He says I make him happy but maybe you’re right.” He fixed his gaze on Mia’s. “Maybe it’s just a phase. Young love,” he felt his eyes water. How did this conversation end up here?

Mia looked at him and then took a drag from her cigarette before standing up. “He mentioned marriage. Do you see that future? Having my son parade someone around only to lose them leaves a bad impression. If you plan on bein in this family then you plan commitment. If not you’re wastin his time and energy and social standing.”

Marriage? Jesus. No wonder Mickey was so intense. He hadn’t been here for more than two hours and Mickey’s mother was asking him if he planned on marriage. He was 16. He loved Mickey though. It wasn’t anywhere near his radar before but now he could see it. Definitely not now but in the future. “Yes. I can see that. I don’t want anyone else. I know your lifestyle,” he gestured around then looked back at Mia, “Is a different world but I will do whatever it takes to stay by Mickey's side. I love him and no threats or any amount of money will change that.”

Mia turned and put her cigarette out then looked back at him. “Ok. I believe you and I’m so relieved that’s the way you feel. I told you before I’m happy he has you.”

His head was spinning from the whiplash. Were all the Milkoviches hot and cold? He thought it was just Mickey but this conversation was proving otherwise. “Ian.” Mia reached out and touched his shoulder. “I meant everythin I said and I expect you to make him happy and treat this relationship seriously.”

“I do.”

“Good. Come on.” Mia turned and walked over to the back door. “I’m sure dinner is ready.”

******

Mickey sat at the island counter, beer in hand. “What’s takin them so long?” He looked behind him waiting to see his boyfriend but each time there was nothing. He looked at his dad. “What are they talkin about?”

Terry took a sip of his beer. “Do you really think a relationship is a good idea when you’re in your Senior year? You’ll have scouts all over you in a few months. You’re goin places but that boy,” Terry scoffed. “He couldn’t hope to keep up with you. You know as well as I do Mikhailo, he’ll only drag you down.”

“Dad stop! You don’t know anythin about our..”

“Not to mention he’s a Gallagher. I knew Frank. He had all the potential but threw it away. You shouldn’t be associatin with his son. No doubt he’ll be a failure like him. Just a matter of time.”

“Shut up!

“And if you stay with him you’ll be a failure.” Terry calmly took a swig of his beer. “You really want to throw away all that to date some kid?”

“He’s not…” He clenched the bottle in his hand. “I love him.”

“Ha,” Terry laughed. “Son, sex isn’t love.”

“SHUT UP!” There was a crash. He’d thrown his beer and knocked down a vase. “Just shut the fuck up! You don’t know anythin so stay out of my fuckin business damnit!!” He took a deep breath and then immediately was hit with reality. He couldn’t believe he exploded like that to his father not to mention he broke the vase from their trip to Italy. “Shit.” He turned to the maid. “I’m so sorry Maribel. I’ll clean it up.” He stood up and grabbed the broom. He swept the glass up the whole time avoiding his father's eyes. He could feel the burrowing into his skin. 4 minutes felt like a lifetime. Once his mess was clean he finally met his father's eyes.

“Unbelievable.” Terry had folded his arms.“Are you fuckin done?”

He scoffed and then leaned against the counter. “Yes Sir.”

“You always did throw a tantrum when you didn’t get you’re way. I spoiled you too much now you expect everythin to be how you want it when you want it. How embarrasin. Actin like a child.” Terry stood up then walked over to him and caged him against the counter. His voice was calm and even. “You really need to check that temper and that fuckin attitude understand? We don’t throw fits in this house Mikhailo. Be a man. You’re a fuckin adult.” His father stood up straight and then smacked him upside his head. “Now act like one damnit. Don’t you disappoint me.”

“Yes Sir.” He gritted his teeth feeling another explosion just below the surface, this one directed at himself. He knew better. He hated disappointing his father. Terry only smacked him a few times. Hardly ever. He didn’t need to. His constant calm demeanor was intimidating enough for him. Disappointing his father was the worst feeling. He’d rather be yelled and screamed at than calmly told to man the fuck up.

“As for the boy..”

“Oooooh smells delicious in here.” Mia’s high-pitched melancholy voice filled the air. She looked between the two of them. “Ian and I had a wonderful talk didn’t we darlin?”

“ Yeah.” Ian walked over to his boyfriend and could feel the anger radiating off of him in waves. It wasn’t directed at him however and he was learning how to put that fire out. He wrapped his arms around Mickey then leaned up and kissed his jaw. “You ok D..Mick?”

He fell into the feel of Ian’s arms around his waist and was able to reel himself back in. “Everythins good Kitten.” He looked at his Dad and then to his Mother who just smiled and nodded her head. Did that mean she approved?

“Ok guys food is done. Ian,” Mia looked at him. “Can you go fetch Amanda? I assume you know where to go?”

“Yes Maam.” 

He watched as his boyfriend disappeared. Maribel was setting food down on the table. It had been forever since they sat down and had a family dinner like this. He wanted Ian to experience it. To make him feel welcome but now he wasn’t sure it was a good idea. The things his father said, it was like he would never accept it. He shouldn’t care. His parents didn’t run his life but he did care. He hated that he wanted their approval. He wanted to be the good, loyal son.

“Well, this is fuckin weird.” Mandy walked with Ian back into the dining room and took a set on the other side of Mickey. “We haven’t had dinner like this is what a year?”

“Well, I wanted to share somethin with you and a nice family dinner seemed appropriate.” Terry looked over at Ian and then back at his wife who gave him a look. Terry sighed. “First off Ian. Welcome to the family.”

“T..thank you.” 

Mickey squeezed his boyfriend's hand. “But Dad..”

“Hush now Darlin,” Mia reached for her wine. “Your father and I talked about this after we met Ian the first time. We just wanted to make sure you boys knew what you were doin. The last thing we need is a scandal over a trist that went south.”

“What the fuck Mom!?” Mickey smacked the table.

“Mikahailo Aleksandr Milkovich!” Mia shouted causing Ian to jump. Her voice was so gentle and now it was commanding in a way he didn’t think possible. He looked over at his boyfriend whose eyes were glued to the plate in front of him. More surprisingly, Terry and Mandy seemed to avert their eyes as well. It was crystal clear who the real alpha in the house was. “We did what we believed was necessary. Now that’s over and done. It’s in the past so move the fuck on! This is supposed to be a family dinner. Now sit up proper and if you have nothing nice to say don’t say anthin at all, understand?”

“Yes, Maam.”

“Good, now. Let’s enjoy this food and listen to your father's announcement.”

“Yes..” Terry cleared his throat. “So anyways.. guess who finally got promoted to VP?”

“Really Daddy! That's so awesome!” Mandy jumped up then ran over and gave her Dad a hug. “I’m so happy for you!”

“Thank you, Princess, now go sit down.”

His sister plopped down in her seat.“Yeah Dad,” Mickey smiled. “That’s pretty fuckin cool. With all the hours you work and sales you make it’s about fuckin time.”

“Thank you, son.”

“Tell them the rest, Terrence.” Mia was smiling so wide she looked like the Cheshire cat.

“Well as a way to celebrate, I thought we should go on a cruise.”

“A cruise?” Mickey took a bite of his food. “Like for fun? Not with clients?”

Terry laughed. “Yes, Mikhailo for fun. We’re goin to Mexico. The cruise goes through the Florida keys and then ends in Coszemel. I booked us a week and now,” Terry turned to Ian with a warm smile, “We have even more reason to celebrate.”

Heat flooded his cheeks as Mickey’s parents stared at him with true affection. It was more than he could have hoped for. It was clear how much they loved Mickey and that it was now his responsibility to keep him happy. He didn’t know how they got to this point. One day Mickey was making fun of him now months later he was living in a mansion with talks of marriage and two of the richest people he’d ever met congratulating him on their relationship.

They listened to a few more details about the trip before the conversation faded into different things and everyone enjoyed their dinner.

“See?” Mickey reached over and grabbed his boyfriend's hand with the ring and brought it to his lips pressing a soft kiss. “I told you it would all work out.” He locked eyes with his boyfriend. “Didn’t I?”

He was so entranced with the look in Mickey’s eyes that he responded the way that was natural to him. “Yes, Daddy.” The moment the words left his lips he went to correct himself. “I mean…”

He brought his finger up to Ian’s soft lips and leaned forward. “Don’t be embarrassed Kitten.” He looked over at his family. “They could care less.” He looked back at Ian and moved his finger. “Say it again.”

He swallowed thickly. This was a very awkward position but Mickey was like a siren. His voice was smooth and he touch was more of a caress. “Daddy.”

“Good boy. Now kiss me.”

His eyes went wide and he looked over at Mickey’s family. They might not be staring at him but they weren’t deaf and blind. 

“Don’t ruin it,” Mickey whispered just loud enough that he could barely hear it. 

He met with blue eyes then leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss against his lips. He went to pull away but Mickey not only pulled him closer he deepened the kiss. If there was one thing, one foolproof weapon his boyfriend had in his arsenal it was his kiss. He melted into it and everything else faded away.

“Ahem,” Mia coughed causing him to flinch and suddenly remember where they were at.

He really just made out with Mickey in front of his parents. He was so embarrassed.

“How about you boys focus on dinner and save dessert for later? I don’t care what you do behind closed doors but that kind of behavior isn’t proper in public.” He turned to Mickey. “People are always watchin' Mikhailo. Don’t get caught up in the wrong place.”

“Yes Sir.”

Ian crossed his arms and folded them in his lap. “Yes Sir. Sorry, Sir.”

“Good now eat.”

That was it. He was shocked. Mickey’s family was so different from anything he was used to. They were never around but they cared for Mickey and Mandy deeply. They were fun and easygoing but very strict at the same time. They supported their relationship to the point of extremes and after a full makeout session the parting words were ‘be careful with that and eat up.” It was confusing but at the end of the day, their support was all that mattered. Even more than that he could see how despite any words that had been exchanged this evening they were just a family really happy to have time to spend together. Terry and Mia had genuine smiles that seemed contiguous. Lip was an idiot. He didn’t understand anything. He thought he knew Mickey but he couldn’t be more off base. This atmosphere, the soft touches, and the encouraging words, was the best choice he could have made. Fuck Lip and fuck Fiona. He was going to be happy just to spite them.

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The day was here before Ian knew it. He was excited and nervous. Since he started dating Mickey he’d experienced so many things. His first time on a plane, his first time seeing the ocean and now here they were boarding the largest ship he’d ever seen. He was nervous that living with Mickey would be hard but so far everything was going great. He soon realized just how busy his boyfriend’s parents were too. They had that one family dinner then the next day they were gone. They showed up this morning, 5 days later to join them on the jet to the cruise.

Flying on a private jet was never something he thought he’d do once in his life, let alone twice. This time felt different and more natural. Mickey’s parents were going over the itinerary Mia had planned for the trip. He, Mickey, and Mandy were playing cards. They settled on 21. It only took a little over 2 hours to reach Miami.

When he stepped off the plane he was hit with the same smell as California. He knew now it was the ocean and that made him even more excited. He, Ian Gallagher, was about to go on a week-long cruise to Mexico.

“Fuck it’s hot as balls out here.” Mickey grabbed his boyfriend's hand as they walked to the VIP line to board the ship. “The one thing I hate about Florida is it’s so fuckin humid.”

“Yeah,” he wiped his head with his free hand. “Is that why it feels like we're in a sauna?”

“Mmhmm. Summer might get hot in Chicago but here you got heat plus humidity. Thankfully the boat has AC and pretty much anythin else you can think of.” He squeezed his boyfriend's hand. “You excited Kitten?”

“Hell yeah,” Ian smiled. “Honestly this shit’s a little overwhemlin and my mind is still tryin to process it all but I’m very excited!”

He returned Ian’s smile feeling on top of the world. This last week was amazing. It met his standards to a T.  After their family dinner he gave Ian a proper tour of the mansion. Seeing his little boyfriend's eyes light up and hearing his positive comments mixed with his adorable smile, was all he ever wanted. Not to mention now they had sex every night. Ian writhed under him calling him Daddy as he fucked him more and more into submission, it felt like everything was falling into place. There was one moment a few days ago when Ian mentioned his brother. His boyfriend must be learning how to read his face and body language because he wrapped his arms around him and quickly changed the subject. It was a good thing too. Everything was perfect and they were in their special bubble, there was no room for anyone else. Especially Ian’s family. If he could have it his way he would keep Ian completely to himself. He’d have to depend on him for everything. No going school, no friends unless he approved, No choice at all except him. He’d have to choose him all the time because he’d be the only one there to shower him with the affection he deserved. He was close enough to that dream. Mandy kept to herself for the most part unless she had her friends over. His parents were home maybe once a month if they were lucky. It was like his house was a castle and unbeknownst to anyone he’d imprisoned the town's fairest maiden so that he could be the one to save him.

“Daddy?” he squeezed Mickey’s hand. The older boy was quietly staring off into nothing but didn’t look upset. There was no reason for him to be. Everything between them was good. Mickey was becoming easier to navigate and they hadn’t fought since the trip to California. Still, he didn’t like it when Mickey went quiet. “Mickey!”

“Hmm..’ he turned to see his boyfriend staring at him. “What?”

Ian lifted his free hand and pointed to the attendant waiting in front of them.

“Oh,” he’d totally spaced out thinking about his future with his boyfriend, meanwhile the line to enter the ship had gotten shorter and shorter until it was their time to hand over their tickets. 

He let go of Ian's hand and gave the attendant their tickets before pulling Ian along and meeting his parents and sister on the ship. They had to stand and listen to some dumb In Case Of Emergency speech but then they were finally allowed entrance.

Ian's eyes couldn’t find one place to land. There was so much all at once. It was a whole different world. Living in Mickey’s mansion he soon learned how expensive half the stuff was and how lavish the other side could live. This ship was like that but not as fancy. It was crowded with people yet still spacious. There was art everywhere you looked and people from various backgrounds walked around taking pictures. 

“OK attention everyone,” Mia cleared her throat and held up a map. “Boy’s you’ll be in the suite down Coral Hall at the very end. We knew you’d want privacy so Terry and I will be in the suite here.” She pointed at the map, “Posidon Corner and Mandy you’ll be in the suite 2 doors down.” She neatly folded the map and then handed it to Terry tapping it against his chest. “Now go get yourself situated. Everything should be brought to your rooms.” She looked at her watch, then over at her husband.

“45 minutes?”

“Come now my love. They’re kids, give them at least an hour.”

Mia clicked her tongue. “Dinner will be in an hour. This is a cruise for the family so I expect you all to be on time to the dining hall and dressed appropriately.” She let out a deep breath and smiled. “Now go on.”

“Yes Maam,” Mickey and Mandy spoke in unison. He turned to his boyfriend. “Come on Kitten, let's go check out our room.”

“Ok!” He squeezed Mickey’s hand. His boyfriend had yet to let go since he grabbed it outside the ship. It was warm and comforting. Everything was perfect and for the first time, he felt like maybe, he could stay by Mickey’s side. Maybe, he could keep up with him and they would end up getting married. He couldn’t stop the cat-like grin that spread across his cheeks crinkling his nose. He was just so happy.

**

 It took them a few wrong turns before they found the proper hallway. Mickey slid in his keycard and walked in the door with Ian following behind him. “This is more like it.” He’d been on numerous cruises but always roomed alone so of course he had a nice room but it was much smaller. His parents chose a couples suite this time. It was still smaller than his living room but it was perfect for just them.”

“Holy crap,” Ian slowly stepped foot into the room and looked around. “Is this a bedroom or an apartment?” he laughed then walked over to the bed. “It’s so big,” he leaned back, “and soft.” He stared at the ceiling for a moment before rolling over on his stomach. “Your family goes all out on everything don't you?”

“Obviously.” He brought the bags over to the dresser. “What’s the point of doin anythin if you’re not going to do it the best way possible? If it’s not perfect there’s no point.” He opened a drawer and started to unpack Ian’s suitcase. “You know what I mean Kitten?”

Not really? No matter how exposed to this life he was becoming, he still saw value in things that weren’t extravagant. Things that had imperfections and flaws. That wasn’t what Mickey would want to hear though. “I know what you mean Daddy.” That didn’t mean he agreed but he could see it through Mickey’s eyes if he tried.

Ian swung his legs off the bed sitting up and immediately noticed the view. There were several large windows one after the other letting the full view of the ocean cascade across them. He was once again overwhelmed. It was too much, too soon. Not in a negative way, more like he couldn’t imagine this was his life now. As soon as he started to grasp the reality he was living in, something even more luxurious would be shown to him. Mickey’s world seemed endless when his before was most definitely limited. It was a shock to his system and sometimes all he could do was smile and laugh to stop from pinching himself and waking up from this fairytail.

**

It was time for dinner and he was starving. Both he and Ian had changed into formal evening wear.

“It’s just dinner?” Ian looked himself over in the mirror. He was wearing a blue button-up with slacks and dress shoes. “We don’t dress up for dinner at home.”

Ian said home. Home…. He liked the sound of that. “Yeah I know Kitten but this is different.” He fixed his Rolex and adjusted his dress shirt. “This..” he grabbed Ian’s hand before opening the door. “Is public. We’re VIP on this cruise, that means the fancy dining hall.” Ian was still staring at him with confusion. “You’ll see when we get there.”

Mickey led him through the ship to the elevator by the main dining hall. When he looked around he saw people of all shapes and sizes sitting around or standing at the buffet. People chatting with one another and kids running around playfully. This was somewhere he’d feel comfortable.

“That’s not us Kitten come on.” He pulled Ian into the elevator and they got off on the next floor. The doors opened to reveal a banquet hall with tables scattered around. There were Maitre D’s serving wine on trays and random seating areas 

with couples drinking or people doing business. He spotted his family seated in the gallery right above a few of the other tables and pulled his boyfriend behind him as they made their way.

It was night and day. The comfortable relaxed atmosphere was replaced with status and money. Ian could see now why they were dressed this way. It wasn’t as fancy as Mickey's parents' party but no children were running around. It didn’t seem bad though. Everyone was smiling and enjoying themselves. It was just different than he was accustomed to.

They approached the table and sat down.

“Right on time boys,” Terry smiled. “Your Mom and I worked up quite an appetite, so time to get our order in.”

“Eww gross!” Mandy laughed bunching her nose. “No one wants to hear that Daddy.”

“Amanda,” Mia took a sip of her wine.“Get your head out of the gutter dear and speak proper.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Mandy folded her arms in her lap and then turned to her brother. “Did you like your room? My suite has an ocean window. I can see everything!”

“Ours too!” Ian replied to Mandy. “It’s really fuckin cool. There’s a bunch of windows and you can see the ocean all around. I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s like an underwater apartment!”

He watched as his boyfriend and his sister talked. Ian was animated and smiling. 

Other than his mother's occasional correction of posture and speech the dinner went well. He got the prime rib with assorted spring vegetables and a horseradish sauce. His little boyfriend decided to be adventurous and try the lamb. He was watching him eat it now.

If he wasn’t surrounded by eyes staring at him he would moan. The lamb was delicious! He didn’t know what they did but it was crusted with spices, and the cool mint sauce it was served with was a match made in heaven. At first, he wasn’t sure what to order. He’d never seen a menu without prices before. Soon everyone else had made their pick so he decided fuck it and got lamb. Now his boyfriend was staring at him making him feel self-conscious. He quickly grabbed his napkin and wiped his face. “Is everythin ok?” He touched his face again. “Am I not eatin it right?”

He laughed then reached over, grabbed Ian’s face, and planted a kiss on his soft lips.

“Ahem,” his father cleared his throat so he pulled back. 

“Mind your manners Mikhailo. No one wants to see two kids making out while they enjoy dinner with their families.”

He couldn’t help but smile and grab Ian’s hand under the table, threading their fingers. “Yes Sir. Sorry.”

“You two make quite the cute couple,” Mia said before finishing her second glass of wine. “We just need to get Ian here more acquainted with the way things are.” She reached her hand out and touched Ian’s arm. “Don’t worry dear, soon you’ll have tasted all the new foods and seen all the sights your little heart can handle. If you like lamb just wait until you try Maribel’s Duck Confit. It’s to die for. One of my son’s favorites.”

“Duck?” He turned to Mickey. “That sounds … interesting.”

“Says the kid eating lamb for the first time like it’s McDonald’s,” he laughed. “Don’t knock it till you try it, Kitten. You know what I always say. “Try everythin…

“At least once,” Ian finished his boyfriend's sentence.

“Just look at you boys.” Terry reached out and patted Mickey on the back. “So in sync already. Looks like you found yourself a good partner son. I’m proud of you.” He turned to Ian, “I’m happy you’re a part of the family now kid just stay full speed. Don’t fall behind.”

Jesus Mickey's family was so intense. Even casual conversation was laced with expectations. “Of course Sir. I don’t plan to.

***

“Man that was good!” Mickey stood in front of the dresser undoing his Rolex and then unbuttoning his shirt. “My parents adore you Kitten.” He returned his shirt to the hanger in the closet and then turned to his boyfriend. Ian was standing there with a bashful look on his face. He walked up to him and grabbed his chin lifting it up gently. “That makes me so fuckin happy. You know that right?” He wrapped his arm around his boyfriend's waist pulling him close then looked down into green eyes. “I love you.”

Ian’s face flushed red. Heat spread from his cheeks to his ears. Mickey had told him he loved him several times and it still made his heart skip a beat. “I love you too.” He reached out and touched Mickey's cheek before leaning up to capture Mickey’s lips in a kiss. 

Not even a second later he was being hoisted in the air. Their lips still entangled as he wrapped his legs around his boyfriend. Mickey’s fingers threaded through his hair pulling his head to the side as hungry lips roughly attacked the sensitive skin on his neck. “Daddy,” he sighed as he was lowered on the bed. His boyfriend was sucking and biting at his neck. “Daddy you’re gonna leave a mark!”

Mickey sat up and stared at his boyfriend. His heart was racing and he had the taste of Ian’s freckles on his lips. “So fuckin what?” He reached for the top button of Ian’s shirt and quickly made his way down the remainder before letting the material fall to the side. He drank in the sight in front of him. Ian’s skin was so pale and his frame was slender yet slightly toned. He was incredibly sexy and he was all his. “You’re mine,” he said his tone dark and husky. He lowered his head then with the tip of his tongue he licked up Ian’s chest. “I,” he pulled at Ian’s nipple with his teeth earning him a gasp from the younger boy. “I can do whatever I want to you.”

“Ss..huh,” he licked his lips. Mickey’s tongue was circling around his nipple and his teeth were occasionally nipping at him. He didn’t know he’d be so sensitive, it was the first time his boyfriend had done this.

He could feel every little shake as Ian tried to keep his composure. His lips moved from Ian’s chest to nibble on his jaw before closing the distance between them. His tongue dominated his boyfriend's mouth as Ian gripped his shoulders trying not to suffocate from his assault. He reached down and slid his fingers under the hem of his boyfriend's dress pants. With deft fingers, he undid the buttons then slid his hand into Ian’s boxers wrapping them around his dick. He moved his hand and watched as green eyes widened filling with lust and desire. He let go and then sat back before standing up off the bed.

Ian was trying to catch his breath. This level of foreplay was more advanced compared to normal. “W..what are you doin?” His voice was soft and breathy. “Come back.”

Mickey scanned his boyfriend's body before landing on his eyes. “If you only could see how fuckin hot you are Kitten.” He reached down and undid his pants. “Don't just lay there. You want my cock then take off those clothes.”

Oh right! He’d forgotten that he was wearing anything in the fog that was Mickey’s tongue. He pulled off his shirt and then kicked off his pants. He reached down and pulled off his boxers then laid back on the bed staring up at his boyfriend. Mickey was already shirtless and his body was effortlessly attractive. He was toned in all the right places. One look and you could tell he earned the title of captain of the football team. His eyes moved from his boyfriends Adonis physique to the monster of a cock in his hands. “Fuck,” he reached down and touched his dick. “You’re so fuckin hot Daddy.” It felt so right to say now. He loved Mickey and being his Kitten was something he took pride in now. Mickey chose him. This sexy, rich, mystery of a man chose him.

Mickey stroked himself then grabbed the lube on the dresser before climbing back on the bed. His boyfriend was touching himself but he wanted more. He grabbed Ian’s legs and pushed them apart. He squeezed a generous amount of lube and watched as it trickled down over Ian’s asshole. “That’s not what you should be touchin.”

“Yeah,” he let go of his dick and moved his hand down to his hole. “This what you want Daddy?” He pressed his finger inside him. “Uh hmm,” he gasped closing his eyes. 

Mickey stroked his dick and watched as his boyfriend prepped himself. One finger, then two. That was all he had patience for. He hoisted Ian’s legs on his shoulders then lined up his cock thrusting inside. Ian was always so wet and warm. His ass constricted him in the best way. 

“S..shit umm huh.” His eyes sprang open. Mickey was pressing his fingers into his thighs as he snapped his hips causing his toes to curl. “Mm.. Daddy m..more.”

He let out a small laugh before moving his hands down to Ian’s waist. Right now his boyfriend was able to say his name and make demands. That meant he wasn’t fucking him hard enough. He flipped him onto his stomach. Ass up and face down. He took a few seconds to admire his boyfriend's asshole before plunging back in. He gripped Ian's waist and pulled him back hard and fast on his cock. “You like that Kitten? Hmm?”

“Uh..y..e f..fuck.” Yes. Yes he liked it so much he forgot how to speak. He didn’t think being fucked into a babbling mess was possible until he met Mickey. From the first time they had sex more and more Mickey was able to take away his breath, fog his mind and ignite his body. All he could do was moan and take what he was given.

The sounds of skin against skin filled the room until Ian let out a whine urging him on. He reached around and stroked his boyfriend, Ian came as he thrust into him. He could feel the heat rising as a shiver went up his spine. “Mm fuck,” he squeezed Ian’s dick as he came filling him up.

“Ah mm huuu f..fuck,” Ian was trying to catch his breath. He felt his boyfriend's pounding heart as he lay against his back also trying to catch his breath. After a few minutes, Mickey pulled out and then collapsed next to him. “S..shower,” he stammered still feeling the effects of his orgasm.

Mickey blinked his eyes and nodded slowly. “A shower then we go again.”

“Wait what?” Ian rolled onto his back. “You’re crazy Daddy. I’m tired and you did most of the work.”

“I’m kiddin,” he reached for Ian's face then scooted closer to kiss his nose. “Shower, then we get some dessert from room service and watch a movie. Sound good?”

“Yeah,” he leaned down and nuzzled his head against Mickey’s chest. “Let’s lay here a little longer though.”

“Mm,” he kissed Ian’s head. “Ok Kitten.”

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Ian was exhausted. Mentally and physically. This wasn’t a bad sort of exhaustion though, no this was caused by adrenaline. Today was the 5th day of their week-long cruise. They had landed in Cozumel three days ago and from the minute they docked, Mia had a plan.

It was to get up, change into formal wear, and then head to the dining hall. They would all eat breakfast and Mia would explain the itinerary for the day. The first day they all went to town. They walked around the tourist spots taking in the sights and smells. It was strange seeing Mickey and his family so out of their element but besides how they dressed you’d never know. 

Mia was admiring the homemade dream catchers and wind chimes. There were several stands but she seemed particularly taken with the one selling metal decorative pieces for the center. She ended up purchasing two different ones. A metal bird with stained glass broken in various shapes and sizes on strings and one that was the sun with room for a candle and the traditional chimes.

Mickey and Terry had been spending time admiring a shop that specialized in hand-blown glass and wood carvings. It was a small bodega, but it was littered from wall to wall with glasses, bowls, vases, and other various gifts. Terry walked away with a hand-blown shot glass set in a decorative carved wood box. Mickey ended up with a hand-carved pipe made of bone with the face of an animal eating a skull.

Mandy of course ended up at the jewelry stands with him. He had no interest in buying anything but seeing everything was incredible. He’d never experienced another culture like this firsthand. You could see how proud the people were of their heritage and how excited they were to share it with others. Every few people would explain a piece and tell a story. He could have stayed listening for hours. 

Eventually though Mandy picked her prize. She ended up getting a beautiful pair of gold fillagree earrings with turquoise speckled in them and a matching choker. The shopkeep told her it brought out her eyes and she was right.

He and Mandy went to meet with the rest of the family when Mickey walked up to him.

He should’ve known he wouldn’t be leaving empty-handed. This was Mickey after all. In the end, he left with a beaded bracelet. Black beads laced with gold led to a cross with diamonds down the front. He’d never admit to being religious. He didn’t go to church or pray. He didn’t read the Bible or know any verses but he believed in god. He’d never had a cross before so when Mickey caught him staring at it he bought it.

After that, they ate lunch at a taco stand and then made their way back to the ship.

**

Day 3 of being in Mexico and Mickey was hyped. Yesterday was amazing and today would be even better. 

He spent most of his time watching his boyfriend flutter around. In the beginning, he seemed nervous and completely out of his element. After a day of shopping with his family and walking around seeing the sights Ian finally looked like he fit in. He would joke with his Dad and visit with his Mom. He and Mandy had always gotten along, but seeing them laughing and talking made his heart melt. He liked seeing Ian happy and knowing he was the cause. He wasn’t jealous at the moment of the time he shared with his family, he knew Ian would come to him if he asked. He’d choose him over everyone and everything and that’s how it should be. 

When it was time to ride the 4-wheelers through town and along the twisted dirt paths he had Ian next to him. The boy wanted to drive but he told him no. It was ok though because the ride was designed to be rough, bumpy, and messy so his boyfriend had a good time. By the end, their rig was covered in mud and they were soaked in sweat from the heat.

When they returned to the ship a hot shower and good meal was all they needed to recharge before going back out to sneak a joint and look at the sea.

He couldn’t imagine something more romantic. That was until today. Today was their last excursion in Cozumel before the ship returned to Miami and their family vacation would end.

**

“Are you sure this is safe?” Ian wobbled across the boat before falling against his boyfriend. He loved swimming and even being on the cruise ship he didn’t get seasick. They were on a smaller boat now, in the middle of the ocean.

“Don’t be a pussy Kitten.” He laughed and massaged his boyfriend's shoulders. “People do this shit all the time. It’s fun.”

They were parasailing. He’d done it several times before but always by himself. The cruises were normally work-related and he and Mandy were given free reign to do whatever. Be seen not heard for the most part. Now he had Ian. 

He moved his hand down to Ian’s waist and squeezed. “I’ve done this twice and I’m still alive.” He kissed the boy's cheek. “We’ll go up together. Trust me. You’ll love it.”

Would he though? He wasn’t scared of heights but being lifted from a boat with a parachute attached and dangling above the ocean. That didn’t sound fun. It didn’t sound like something he would like. Mickey wanted him to though. He could hear it in his voice how confident he was. “Fine,” he conceded.

“That’s my Kitten.”

Two other couples were going before them. Finally, it was their turn.

“Alright boys,” the attendant looked them over then handed them a harness. “Go ahead and get strapped in then we’ll check the straps and give you a life vest.

“Why would we need that?” Ian looked at Mickey. “It’s safe, right? The other couples..”

“They had life vests too, Kitten. Think that yellow was a fuckin fashion statement? Use your brain.” He turned and fastened Ian’s harness because the boy was going nowhere slowly. “Ok,” he tugged on the strap you're all settled in. Ready?”

No! No, he was not ready. Now that the harness was on him and they were being attached to the line he felt sick to his stomach.

“Kitten?” Mickey cocked his head to study his boyfriend.

“Yeah..yes.” He reached his hand for Mickeys threading their fingers. “I..it’s just nerves. I’m fine. I’m excited!”

Ian’s eyes were wide and he believed him. It made sense, he was nervous his first time too.

“Ok. Are you two ready? We’re gonna let you out then you can control the drop if you want to.”

“The what?” Ian turned to Mickey. “What does he mean drop?”

Mickey laughed, “Enough Kitten. Don’t spoil it.”

“But..” before he could finish the line was released and he and Mickey were floating up in the air.

“Fuck yes!” Mickey breathed in the ocean air. “Feel so free right now.”

He was going to be sick. His whole body flooded with goosebumps and he’d never felt so scared……At least not doing something like this. Roller Coasters bring it on. The plane ride was fine but this? Hovering in the fucking air with a parachute and the ocean below them. He looked at Mickey who was smiling so pure and genuine. His boyfriend was right. He looked free. No stress or worry just free. He took a deep breath. “This is so much fun Daddy!” he shouted. “We’re so..so high up it’s insane!”

“I know right!” Mickey reached for Ian’s hand but it was hard to reach with the harness and the line. “You ready for a drop? It’ll be fun!”

Fuck no! FUCK NO! “Y..yeah,” he pasted a smile on knowing full well he was going to hate it. “Let’s do it!”

He knew Ian would come around. Seeing the rig, and being on the boat could be a lot but once you’re in the air how could you not love it? He pulled back on the bar causing them to lower closer and closer to the water.

He watched with wide eyes and a fake smile as the water got closer. Each time he took a breath the fear of drowning consumed him. He knew how to swim but what if they got caught underwater because of the dumbass harness? Or sucked into the current down to the propellers.

“Here we go!” Mickey lowered them so they were skimming across the water. He turned to Ian who was grinning ear to ear. “See it’s not so bad!”

“No,” he stretched his feet out feeling the water below them trying to shake out his nerves. “It’s great Daddy!” 

Mickey let go of the bar and they drifted back in the air. Now the line was being reeled back in. Once they landed he looked over at his boyfriend. “You wanna go again Kitten?”

Solid land. Holy fuck. Wait what? He turned to Mickey. “Of course,” he lied. “That was..exhilarating!”

**

His face hurt from smiling and now he was just cold and over it. They did it 3 times. Each time Mickey dropped them at different times and stopped announcing it so it was just sudden. He didn’t dare let his smile or enthusiasm fail him. He loved seeing his boyfriend genuinely happy. It made his heart flutter from more than just anxiety. That’s what he chose to focus on and it helped him get through the day in one piece. Now they were changing and getting ready to go for dinner.

**

Mickey ran his hands through his hair for the 2nd time. He’d sent Ian ahead because his little boyfriend was always adorable. This was the last day before the ship headed back to port. He wanted to take a photo with Ian before that happened. They would eat dinner, then run through the line on the dock and find a spot to take pictures of just the two of them. He wanted to cement this moment in time. This day, this trip…it was more than he could have ever asked for. It was perfect.

**

Ian was sitting with Mickey’s parent quietly drinking a glass of cider when Terry started up the conversation.

“So Kid, how did you enjoy your first cruise?”

He set down his glass and stared thoughtfully at the bubbles before looking up and giving his answer. “I loved it,” his cheeks lifted revealing a genuine smile, one that didn’t hurt to hold. “It’s been amazin. I never knew I could have this much fun.” He glanced to the side suddenly feeling his cheeks flush, “You guys are so nice..I feel almost like family.”

“Oh nonsense child,” Mia put her phone down for the third time. “You are family. You’re my Mikhailos partner. You make him happy.” She turned to Terry, “It’s nice to see him smile isn’t it Dear.”

“Hmph,” Terry grunted in what seemed a sign of agreement. The man returned his attention to him. “Where is Mikhailo anyway? And Mandy for that fact?”

“Um I not sure about Mandy Sir but Mick’s gettin ready.” He smiled. “He was still doin his hair and tryin on jackets when he sent me ahead. We got wet and sandy so he ended up takin a long shower too. I’m sure he’ll be here soon.”

“Oh that’s right! You two went parasailing didn’t you?”

“So not fair!” Mandy plopped down in the chair next to him. “I wanted to do that but all the spots were taken.”

“Amanda, must you be so unlady like?” Mia picked up her phone then sighed setting it back down.

“Sorry Maam.” Mandy sat up straight. “But seriously so jealous.”

“Why? It was terrifying. I thought I was goin to die.” He shivered thinking back. “The whole thing from start to end. I never want to do it again in my life.”

Terry laughed then signaled the waiter for more Brandy. “So you’re not an adrenaline junky like my son. He’s always loved a good thrill.”

“Not true,” Ian defended. “I like rollercoasters and the 4 wheeling was great. I just hated bein above the water with nothin but a parachute. Then he kept dropping us into the water. I thought I was actually going to be sick by the third time.”

“Third time?” Mia tilted her head. “Oh you sweet little thing. You went 3 times?”

**

Mickey was finally ready. He was wearing a white collar shirt loosely buttoned. A black vest and green dinner jacket. He was torn between green and blue but settled for green because they matched Ian’s eyes. He knew he looked good. He was walking to the table when he heard his boyfriend talking with his family about their day.

“Yeah,” Ian took a sip of his drink. “It was horrible. I hated every minute of it but Mickey wanted to and I wanted to make him happy.”

Terry scoffed, “You don’t have to coddle him Ian, he can be told no. Especially if you’re uncomfortable. It makes me happy to see you care so much though.”

He laughed. Tell Mickey no? He learned that was not a possibility. Things had been so good. Like hell was he going to ruin it. “Yeah well, I don’t like sayin no. It’s easier to just go along with stuff and keep him happy.”

He had heard enough. Ian lied to him. He fucking lied to him all day. His smile was fake. His words were fake. His perfect day was all a fucking lie. 

He walked up behind his boyfriend and gripped his shoulders. “What’s this about keepin me happy?”

“Shit!” He nearly jumped out of his seat when hands touched him. He looked up to see Mickey staring daggers into him. This time his boyfriend was wearing the fake smile. “Nothin. I was just sayin I like it when you’re happy is all.”

“Mikhailo,” Mia looked at her phone then her eyes scanned her son's attire. “You look dashing but there’s no excuse for taking so long. You should know better, it’s been over 15 minutes we’ve been waiting for you.”

He didn’t want to be chastised right now. His temper was barely being locked away by the presence of his family. “Sorry.” He sat down next to Ian, leaned back in his chair and folded his arms. “Don’t stop talkin on my account. Keep tellin everyone how much you hated our day today.” He grabbed the glass of water in front of him. “You know how you lied through your teeth and pretended you were havin fun.”

He could feel his body sinking into itself. Mickey was pissed and even being at dinner he wasn’t trying to hide it. “I…I did have fun bein with you. I just didn’t like..”

“I told you not to coddle him,” Terry looked over to his son. “Unfold your arms, sit up straight, and man up. You can’t throw a tantrum every time you’re upset.” He looked at Ian. “And you don’t have to pretend you like somethin when you don’t. My son needs to learn he can’t always have his way. We’ve spoiled him too much.”

Fuck. Fuck. He wanted this conversation to stop. “No..” he held out his hand waving, “It’s not like that at all.”

Mickey was seething, he was over this conversation. Over dinner and this fucking day. He turned to his boyfriend. “We’re done here.” He stood up. “Get up.”

“Sit down!” Mia said firmly. “You make us wait and now you plan to leave? Un acceptable. You WILL sit down and we WILL enjoy this dinner as a family.”

He blocked out his mother's words. His parent's words couldn’t penetrate the shield of contempt he was holding for his boyfriend right now. “I said get the fuck up!”

He tried not to but flinched at Mickey’s tone. He started to stand up when Terry's voice boomed.

“Mikhailo Aleksandr Milkovich! How dare you disrespect you’re Mother behaving like this. It’s an embarrassment. I’m very disappointed in you. You can go to your room. Order room service and cool down and Ian will be stayin.”

“What?” He finished standing up. “No, it’s fine.” His voice was shaky. He needed to get it together. The situation was deteriorating by the moment. 

“You sit down,” Mia slammed her phone on the table. “You,” she pointed at her son. “Leave now before you embarrass this family even more.”

Mickey took in a deep breath, “Fine fuck all of you,” he muttered before turning and storming out. When he got to the elevator he punched the wall. It hurt but didn’t take the sting of that conversation away. His family said he embarrassed them. He was throwing a tantrum? What about Ian? He’s the one who lied. He’s the one who went behind his back talking shit. If the kid was gonna lie he should have lied to them too. Then none of this would be happening.  

When he got to the room he couldn’t sit still. All he could think about is how he wanted to drag Ian out of his chair and tell his family loudly to fuck off. How dare he choose them over him? His parents could get upset, they’d get the fuck over it. If Ian was smart, if he really loved him and cared he would’ve manned up himself and come willingly. But no.

He thought about texting his boyfriend. Layering mean words and threat after threat until he came sulking back to the room but he chose not to. Ian needed to make the choice on his own. God help him if he didn’t. He was already a powder keg and if his boyfriend walked in now full of sorry’s it would make no difference he would still beat his ass and show him what happens when he lies. There was no coming back from that and he needed to be punished. Every minute he sat alone the anger swirled around letting his mind wander. Ian needed to come back soon.

**

The anxiety Ian felt parasailing was nothing like he felt now. The look in Mickey’s eyes. He’d seen that look once before. Not on the jet, that was still not as cold. His boyfriend's eyes seemed completely devoid of anything except anger and it left him a fidgeting mess. He pulled out his phone every ten seconds waiting for a text demanding he come to the room but it never came.

When dinner was over he jumped up from the table, dizziness hit him and he thought he might faint.

“Ian? IAN?”

“Huh?” He turned to Mandy and noticed all 3 Milkoviches staring at him.

“We said we’re going to the comedy show.” Mia replied. “Get your mind out of the clouds dear.” Mia walked over to the boy and grabbed his hand. “He’s fine. Trust me. This is your last night. You’re comin to the show and I won't take no for an answer.”

He shouldn’t. He really really shouldn’t. “Thank you Mia but I..”

“Nonsense. You’re coming with us.”

He could see where Mickey got his demanding streak from. Mia was nice and wore a smile but he could tell from the first time they met she always got her way. Now was no different. “Ok.”

**

He was laying on the bed watching YouTube on his phone. He’d changed into gym shorts and a white tank top. He had his belt wrapped around his hand. It didn’t take much thought to realize he wanted to use it. Not only was the want there but it was more logical then ruining his boyfriend's pretty face. It had been about 3 hours since he went to the room. It was clear that Ian didn’t take him seriously. He had once again chosen his family over him. They probably dragged him to the comedy show or to a movie. He knew his parents were hard to say no to but Ian should know HE was the one he shouldn’t say no to. That was his whole argument about their day right? He wanted to say no but didn’t want to piss him off. Well, success because he wasn’t pissed off anymore. He was way past that. Now he was feeling feral. He was keeping his mind on his show so he didn’t freak the fuck out and destroy the room.

**

Ian stared down the hallway to his and Mickey’s room. People were going back and forth, but to him the hall felt dark and endless. At times the room seemed far away and others he swore it was right in front of him. When he finally made himself touch the handle he remembered he didn’t have a key card. Mickey did. 

Mickey’s eyes glanced to the door then over to the dresser where his key card was. He laughed. Ian couldn’t get in unless he opened the door.

Ian lifted his hand to the door to knock but paused. What if Mickey was asleep? No. He was dreaming if he thought that was the case. He took in a deep breath and lightly knocked on the door. “Daddy,” his voice came out barely above a whisper. “C..can you let me in please.”

Mickey stood up from the bed and walked over to the door opening it then turning and walking back to the bed.

Ian stepped into the room and shut the door. Mickey was silently staring at him from the bed. He wasn't yelling at him? That’s what he expected. Maybe, maybe he wasn’t that mad after all? He walked over to bed in front of his boyfriend and shifted foot to foot. “I..I’m sorry about dinner Daddy.”

TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️

GRAPHIC! DEPICTIONS OF ABUSE/DOMESTIC VIOLENCE AND EMOTIONAL/ PSYCHOLOGICAL ABUSE

(You can skip the rest of this chapter. It sets up how extreme and insane Mickey is but there’s nothing that has to be read to follow the story.)

“Oh?” he looked up at Ian. “For which part?” he squeezed the belt in his hand. “For turnin my family against me? For makin my Dad say he’s DISSAPOINTED IN ME!” He stood up from the bed and grabbed Ian by the throat lifting him into the air. “IS THAT WHAT YOU’RE SORRY FOR?” He tossed Ian to the side causing him to slide across the carpet. “Get up.”

With shaky hands he touched his throat then slowly looked up at his boyfriend. He forgot how big he was. He was much bigger than him. More muscular too, older. Scary. Things he loved usually but in this moment just those thoughts were enough to turn his stomach.

He stormed over to Ian and gripped him by his hair. “I SAID GET THE FUCK UP!”

“O..ok.. Ok!” He scrambled to his feet as Mickey pulled at his hair. “D..daddy please.” He held his hands out. “I’m s..ssorry it..”

“Shut the fuck up.” He turned and walked over to the bed. “Save you’re sorry’s bitch. I don’t give a fuck.” He pointed to the bed. “Take off your clothes and get on the bed. DO NOT MAKE ME ASK TWICE.”

“B..But?” He didn’t know when he wrapped his arms around himself and sank back down to the floor. He knew it was the wrong thing to do. His mind was screaming at him to listen but he was petrified. Once his eyes noticed the belt in his boyfriends hand he knew. He knew and he couldn’t accept it. He just couldn’t. It was too much and he wanted to disappear. He curled into a ball and closed his eyes. “I’m s..sorry. I’m sorry,” he repeated to himself. He stopped breathing when he felt eyes looking directly into his closed ones. He opened them to see his boyfriend at eye level.

He had crouched down to Ian’s level to make sure he wasn’t deaf. “I said to get undressed and get on the bed didn’t I?”

He nodded slowly.

“Then why am I down here with you?”

He squeezed his eyes shut. In his mind he believed that if he kept them shut then this really wouldn’t be happening. He wouldn’t see the belt in Mickey’s hands. Hands that laced his fingers earlier. He wouldn’t see the contempt and loathing in his eyes. Eyes that were blue and bright and filled with joy just this morning. He could just pretend it was all ok and maybe… his eyes popped open when Mickey hoisted him over his shoulder.

“You’re so fuckin stupid. You would THINK,” he tossed Ian down on the bed. “You would listen at this point but no. Fine. I don't give a fuck.” He let the belt unfold from his hand. “You’ll learn.”

Thwack.

“Stahhhp,” he screamed rolling over so he could crawl away but the belt hit him in the side knocking him down on his stomach. “Pleeease,” he curled into a ball but Mickey kept hitting him.

His heart was racing seeing Ian try and escape him. He couldn’t. He had nowhere to go. “NO,” he shouted bringing the belt back down again. He stopped and stared at his crying boyfriend before jumping on the bed and climbing ontop of him.

“G..get off,” Ian’s fight or flight had kicked in and he was desperately trying to push his boyfriend away. Mickey was grabbing at his clothes and yanked his shirt over his head. “Mickey staaaaaahp,” he shouted trying to kick him away as he pulled off his pants. Now he was naked except for his boxers and Mickey had a look in his eye hed never seen before but what was worse was the grin on his face.

He grabbed his belt and brought it down on the white freckled skin of Ian’s chest. His boyfriend was screaming and crying but he didn’t care. He hit him over and over watching his skin become flooded in welt and dark marks. He was painting on his perfect canvas. He was owning Ian. Making him his in a way only the two of them would ever understand.

Ian’s entire body was on fire and his breath was ragged from screaming and crying. Everytime he tried to breathe now he coughed from the tears that flooded his nose and throat. He felt like he was going to die. Mickey was beating him. Not smacking him, not hitting him once or twice. He was attacking him like a wild animal and he didn't think he would stop. He looked like he was having fun everytime the belt hit him. His pleads and screaming were falling on deaf ears and there was no one there to stop him. The pain was so intense he was having a hard time staying conscious.

Ian had gone from screaming to begging to screaming to sobbing and choking on his tears. He stopped and leaned down grabbing his boyfriend's face. “You look beautiful right now. Fuckin perfect.”

His ears were ringing and his vision was blurred and his eyes stung from the salt of his tears. “....” he let his head droop. Nothing, nothing he said or did would change whatever was happening or whatever else would happen.

He tossed the belt to the side and turned Ian’s face to kiss him. The boy’s lips barley moved against his own. “Kiss me,” he whispered in his ear. “Now.”

Ian mustered up the last bit of strength he had to return the kiss. Before he knew it his arms were being lifted above his head and the leather of Mickey’s belt was closing around them. “D..daddy,” he stammered.

“Shh,” Mickey leaned down to kiss trembling lips again before running his hands down Ian’s chest. His boyfriend winced and cried as his hands traced over the marks on his skin. He stood up from the bed then flipped Ian over on his stomach before yanking him to the edge of the bed.

“Ahhh,” he cried as his raw chest pushed up against the blanket beneath him. Mickey wasn’t hitting him but it didn’t matter when every second the fabric touched his skin it burned like he was doing it all over again.

He yanked down Ian’s boxers then took his hand and smacked his ass. “You wont forget this time will you? You’ll remember.” He kicked off his boxers then grabbed his hard leaking dick and pressed against Ian’s quivering hole and thrust inside him.

“N..NO.. ahhaaa,” Ian cried. Mickey was fucking him with nothing, like he was nothing.

He held Ians ass and snapped his hips fucking into his tight little hole. Once again his ears filled with the sound of whimpers and cries this time mixed with forced moans and tiny gasps. “Fuck.. you sound so hot,” he growled before pulling out and flipping him on his back. Seeing how red that porcelain white skin was and how dark his marks were becoming was like heroin straight to the vein. He pulled Ian down so they were connected to the hilt then leaned down and kissed at his chest as he fucked him.

He just wanted it to be over. He didn’t have any tears left to cry. His body hurt to the point he felt numb. His boyfriend was fucking him hard, gentle…it didn’t matter. He was doing whatever he wanted. The only thing his mind could register now were his words.

“You’re mine aren’t you?”

He turned his head to the side staring at the wall “Y..yes hic daddy.”

“I own you don’t I?”

“Y..yes.”

“Whose fault is this?” Mickey grabbed Ians face turning it so he could see his face. “Who did this? Who ruined everything and made me do this? WHO?”

It was him. Obviously. He knew better. Mickey said so. He told him he should've know better and he was right. Every bit of anxiety he had from the moment he saw his boyfriend at dinner was proof. He should’ve left with him then and there. No, he should’ve just cried on the boat. Mickey loved him. If he cried then he wouldn’t have been mad. It wasn’t saying no. NO? He’d never say no not again. He couldn’t that would be stupid. He was stupid. So stupid. He did this. This was all his fault! “Mine!” he reached a shaky hand to touch Mickey’s face. “M.iiiine,” he started to sob. “I’m s..sorry Daddy. I’m s..soo sorry. I..Its my fault. I..I ruined everythin. I’m s..sorry. Please d..don’t be m..mad anymore.”

“Good boy.” He sat up taking Ian with him so his chest was against his own.

“No.. uh i..it h..hurts Daddy p..please I..”

“Shh,” He leaned ian back so he was holding him up but not touching his raw skin anymore then fucked into him. He pulled Ian down on his cock and whispered soft words. “I love you uh Kitten. You’re so..so fuckin hot. Don’t ever lie to me again.” He brought Ian close and kissed him deeply as he moved his hips against him. “I’d die for you, you’re mine. You’re all mine. No one else can have you.” He kissed at Ians neck. “Always choose me. I don’t care what it is. My opinion, my words are all that matter.”

“Y..yes mmm.” He didn’t think he’d be able to feel any pleasure but his body was limp. He was like a rag doll but Mickey was being gentle with him now. He was saying sweet things and fucking him in a way that made him feel all of it. He craned his neck allowing his boyfriend more access as his hips started to move on their own. “Uh.. Daddy,” he meweled. “i..I’m s..”

“NO,” he sat back and looked at Ian’s broken tearstained face. The boy was hanging on his word just waiting. Good. “Don’t apologize. You’re not in trouble anymore ok.” He pecked Ian’s lips. “That’s done with. It’s just you and me now. Me lovin you and you lovin me. Don’t think about anythin else but my cock inside you and how much you love it.”

‘Mmm..Ok Daddy.” He let his head fall to the side as Mickey returned to sucking on his neck. His hips moved in time with his boyfriends thrust and then he finally came when Mickey touched his dick. “Huuuuh,” he took a deep breath letting his orgasm pass.

“Fuck,” he pulled out and rolled over on his back.

Ian stared at the ceiling blankly before he started to shake. It was like the room was falling to pieces and the mini bubble he created in the moment had popped and he was flooded with pain. With every ache and sting all he saw was the look on Mickey’s face and the helplessness he swallowed came flooding back in opening the flood gates. He blinked away tears but it didn’t stop them. In seconds he was sobbing. He was crying like a baby. He was crying so hard it felt hard to breathe. He didn’t think he’d be able to stop, everyone could probably hear him. Mistake his crying for a 5yr old who was denied ice cream at dessert. It was all he oculd do though. He didn’t know how to do anything else in the moment. His breaths became staggered again and he started to cough when strong arms wrapped around him. Warm and firm. 

He looked over at Ian. He was crying like a child. The kid was a freshman in highschool but the way he was right now you could easily think he was just a tall child. It fascinated him how strong the urge to comfort him was. He knew he was the reason the boy was breaking down and he knew only he could put him back together. He wrapped his arms carefully around his sobbing boyfriend pulling him so Ians back was against his chest and he kiss his hair. “It’s ok Kitten. You’re ok.”

“I’m S..sorry.” he frantically wiped at his eyes.

“No kitten. You can cry. You can be scared.”

Ian pushed back against his boyfriend. He was so warm he wanted to burrow inside of him and hide away.

“Shh..it’s ok. I love you.” He nuzzled against his boyfriend. “Just lay with me then we’ll take care of it ok?”

“K..k,” he nodded closing his eyes and curling in on himself. It hurt but his body acted on his own. He made himself as small as he could so Mickey could blanket him and make everything better again. He needed him to fix it. He needed to hear him say again and again it was over and he still loved him. Then he could maybe breathe again.

***

His eyes fluttered open when he felt a searing pain on his chest. He winced and when he fully opened his eyes he saw his boyfriend touching him. “No.. get..”

He locked eyes with frantic green ones, “Calm down. It’s gonna help.” When Ian finally fell asleep he wandered around the ship until he found a supply store. It was where they sold seasickness meds, bandaids, deodorant. All the things people forgot last minute. That’s where he found ace bandages and triple antibiotic ointment. Once he actually took the time to study his boyfriend's body he realized he needed it. He wanted to hurt him in the moment and the marks looked beautiful but he didn’t want the pain to continuously linger longer than it needed to. That was done and over with. They were starting over. So now he was nurse Mickey.

Ians eyes watered but he didn’t say anything just nodded letting his boyfriend fix him. Maybe this time he wouldn’t brek again. Mickey’s touch was gentle and his eyes were so soft he couldn’t help but linger on them. “D..”

“Shh.. dont talk kitten.” He finished with the last bandage then stood up and walked over to the dresser. “I already ordered us food and told my parents to fuck off.” He grabbed the remote then crawled in bed next his boyfriend. For the next two days it’s just you and me.” He turned on the TV and flipped over to crunchyroll. “How about we watch My Hero? You like that one don’t you? Or do you wanna watch somethin on netflix?”

“Whatever you want,” he sat up briefly before falling back down with his head on Mickey’s chest.

“You pick.”

He felt a pout on his lips, “Then can we just lay here.”

He smiled and sat the remote down next to him.

“Yeah kitten,” he ran his hand through Ian’s hair. “We can do that.”

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Hi my lovelies! As I said before this is not abandoned. I know it’s been a while but there is a plan. I have so much going on right now and my focus is not on this story atm. Getting my own place, working, my pets, my book is what’s on my plate right now. I adore how much you support me and honestly that’s what gives me the confidence to persue writing a book which is my focus. I will be updating this no later than next month. I’m not going to rush a chapter, I’m going back through my outline and I want to give a nice long chapter so thank you for your support and patience.

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