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Shut up and kiss me.

Summary: Mickey is a jealous fucker. First kiss. Sort of piggy backing off of the show, mostly made up.

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Mickey was torn.

He didn't want to seem like a little bitch, or like he was too attached to the boy he'd been sleeping with for almost three months now, not even including his stint in juvie. He was, was the thing. If he wasn't so afraid of being with someone, and mostly of his father, he probably would've handcuffed himself to him and stayed with him constantly.

That was a scary thought.

Ian Gallagher came into his life like a hurricane. All red headed and freckles, high cheekbones and a silly grin and a laugh that had his head spinning and his world turning upside down with want. He would've said he was annoying. Would've told anyone that he hated him, that he wanted to beat the shit out of him every time they saw each other. It would be a lie.

The first day it happened, it was an accident. A total, complete accident that Mickey still relives when he's especially horny and thinking of the other times couldn't quite get him there. That first time was special. One second he was about to beat him with a tire iron that the red headed boy brought to defend himself and the next he had was stripping his clothes off himself. He made the first move. He wanted to do it. And when it was all over, Ian had tried to kiss him, Mickey had warned him that he'd lose his tongue.

If you'd asked Mickey, that was his first mistake. Letting himself give in to temptation that he'd felt towards this boy since his sister claimed to be dating him was a massive terrible mistake. Because now he felt things he couldn't fucking afford to feel.

He wouldn't change it. Even if he could. That was the scariest part.

Now, he's torn between ripping the guy that's flirting with Ian's head off, or laying claim right now. He ended up doing neither one.

Mickey eyed the young guy at the register of the Kash 'N Grab. He was leaned in close to Ian, too close for Mickey's comfort if he did say so himself. Ian had gotten him a job as security of the store not long after the owner had fucking shot him over a candy bar. For some reason, the wife of that guy had decided that Mickey could really help them keep thieving down after Ian had proposed the idea.

Mickey stepped a little closer with his fists balled up. "So tonight at 7? At the diner? I'll meet you there?" The guy had asked his redheaded, even if that wasn't even really the case, "Yeah. Yeah, I'll be there!"

No, this wouldn't do. Ian was going out with someone tonight, because Mickey was emotionally unavailable. He really couldn't have that. He'd been pining after this boy for so long, has had him pounding into him more times than he could count at this point, and the thought of someone else having that had Mickeys head all fucked up.

Once the man had left, Ian had met Mickey's eyes with a raised eyebrow at the look on his face.

Anger. Annoyance. Jealousy. Rage. Mickey had to look away before all of those feelings boiled over and he said or did something stupid.

"You gonna go out with that queer?" Mickey had asked conversationally as he scanned his eyes over the bags of chips as if they were the most interesting thing in the world.

"Yeah. I'm going out with him again." Ian sipped a beer that he had gotten from the coolers in the store and looked down at the magazine he had been flipping through. Peoples Magazine. How Mickey never noticed he was gay before the tire iron incident, he'd never fucking know.

"Again?" Mickey asked incredulously, "As in. Another time? As in, you've been out with him before?" Mickey couldn't believe how heavy the pit of his stomach suddenly felt.

"Three times now. This will be the fourth. He's nice." Ian couldn't seem less bothered. He was though, Mickey knew him better than that. There was a reason he was seeing someone else all of a sudden. Before, he'd beg Mickey for scraps of affection. Attention. Mickey never gave him what he asked for. He'd bend over for him, he'd suck his cock, but he didn't do hugs. Or kissing. Or even holding hands. He did hot, quick and dirty and that was it. Ian was never that type of guy, they'd had that conversation many times before. How much Ian had wanted more and Mickey had made him leave every single time. Mickey's head snapped up at his words and they were staring into each other's eyes again.

"What do you even see in that fucking loser, anyway?"

Ian finally set the magazine down in a harsh gesture. He couldn't have this conversation sitting down, so he stood and began walking towards the coolers to do a random, not at all time yet, inventory check. He'd fidget and give this all away. Mickey knew him too well for this, as weird as that sounds. They get each other. They'd actually become pretty decent friends over the course of their arrangement. Mickey knew it was becoming not enough for Ian though. He could tell in his eyes every time they were putting clothes on. He could practically see the words 'kiss me' going through Ian's head when it was time for him to leave.

He never did.

Mickey walked towards them as well and stepped right in front of Ian so he had to look at him again. He didn't want him to be able to run from talking about this. Which was foreign for Mickey to be on that end of things.

"Fuck. I don't know, Mick. He's nice to me. He takes me out. He buys me things that make him think of me, he doesn't leave directly after sex," he trailed off, "He isn't afraid to kiss me."

And there it is. The words he knew had been coming, but wished they wouldn't. The sharp stab of something resembling guilt crept up his body and into his chest.

Mickey didn't respond for a long time. They let the words settle in the air but their eye contact never dissipated.

"So, what? You're looking for prince charming, Red?" Mickey snorted but the sound of his voice surprised even himself. He sounded agitated, but he also sounded sad. That wasn't good. That was weak, and now Ian's heard it.

"No, Mick. I'm not looking for a prince. I'm looking for someone who wants me. Not my dick."

And there goes Mickey's heart breaking again.

Mickey was laying on his couch watching the clock. Seven was coming up soon, and he just couldn't sit here and let Ian go on a fourth date, he'd decided. Sure, the knowledge that Ian had fucked this dickhead already was fucking with his mind, but it was Mickey's own issues that had them able to see other people. He knew this was his fault. He knew he had to fix it.

He knew Ian felt something for him. He could see it in the way the younger boy looked at him. His eyes lit up, his smile was almost permanent. He was a little fidgety every time, almost like he was nervous. Sometimes, he looked like he wanted to reach out and touch, but knew that he risked a punch to his face. Mickey could throw up at the thought of Ian seeing him in that light.

He shrugged on his jacket to fight off the biting cold of Chicago and his shoes at exactly 6:45. It would take him seven minutes to get there, but he wanted to make sure he was there before Ian was. Before Mr. Leather Jacket and Skinny Jeans showed up with his redhead on his arm. Mickey knew how this was going to go, and he felt almost bad for the dude with Ian. Almost.

When they walked in the door, the first thing he noticed was that Ian looked gorgeous. Light wash jeans that hugged his legs perfectly and a long sleeve gray shirt that brought out his pretty eyes. Mickey knew it brought out his eyes from so far away, because he's seen the shirt on him before. He'd been fucked the night he'd seen Ian wearing wearing that shirt, he thought smugly. The second thing he noticed was the other man's arm around Ian's waist. First pang of anger. The last thing he noticed, and quite possibly the reason things went down the way they did, is seeing Ian's arm around his shoulder and squeezing his bicep. Oh, fuck no, he thought to himself as he stood up from the table they'd put him at.

He ordered food and drinks just to not waste his waitresses time, or get kicked out, but that all was left behind with money and as much a tip as he could afford as the jealous Mickey trudged his way towards the 'happy couple'. Ian didn't look as happy with whatever this dudes name is as he did with Mickey. No gleam in his eye. Maybe that was his brain telling him that, but either way. Ians mouth dropped open as Mickey stood there.

"Ian. Can we talk." Mickey asked. He made it a point not to make any eye contact with the man Ian was out with. He would've knocked him the fuck out on the spot and he knew it. He wasn't worried about jail, honestly, because in Southside you don't call police for fights. You handle it yourself.

"No. I'm with Ryan." Ian shrugged and went to move past him. Mickey grabbed his arm.

"Ian-" Ryan, how fitting for the douchiest looking guy in the world, lifted his hand up to speak but Ian was grabbing it and yanking it down. He knew Mickey all too well to let him do something like that and piss Mickey off.

"Got something to say, Bryan?" He asked as he took a step closer to the man so they were toe to toe, "Because I'd change my mind if I were you."

Ian rubbed his hands over his face as Ryan got into Mickeys face as well. "My boyfriend here said no, so back the fuck off." Mickey looked like he'd been slapped, but it switched to fury so fast Ian couldn't believe it.

"He's not my boyfriend, Mick. Calm the fuck down." Ian said quickly to keep him from swinging and to really let him know that Ian hasn't moved on. He hasn't. Mickey didn't even look at him. The anger on his face was only getting worse. "Mickey." He'd tried again and grabbed Mickey's hand. He yanked it away and balled it up. Oh fuck, Oh God, Ian thought, he's about to hit Ryan.

He was right. Mickey reared back and shot his fist forward into Ryan's eye with practiced ease and watched him collapse onto the ground. He jumped on top of him and got one more hit in, maybe two before familiar hands wrapped around his middle and yanked him up with a force he couldn't fight against. "Mick, let's fucking go," he'd yelled as Mickey attempted to fight against him once he saw the man wasn't out for the count. In fact, he was already getting up.

"You fucking dick!" Ryan screamed loudly as Ian hauled Mickeys feet off of the floor and out of the diner with one arm around his waist. It would've turned him on if he wasn't so fucking angry. Next thing he knew, his back was against the wall down an alley and Ian's arms were by his head, caging him in.

"Fuck you," Ian spat in his face, but Mickey grinned. There was that gleam in his boys eyes that he noticed only came around when he was looking directly at Mickey. He'd watched him interact with Mandy. It wasn't there then. It sure as hell wasn't there when he was wrapped around Ryan. That was reserved for him. "Why the fuck are you even here? You plan on hitting everyone I fucking date now?" He was hurt. He was angry. He was confused. But something deep down inside of him was singing at the fact that Mickey came for him.

""I'm here because I don't want him to have you. I don't want anyone fucking having you!"

"The fuck? Even though you don't want me? You don't want me, but no one else can? Do you fucking see how fucked up that is? How fucked up I am over you and this whole 'i can't do relationships' bullshit, I can't keep-"

As nervous as Mickey was, he decided to speak then.

"Shut up," Mickey cut him off with a soft shaky inhale, his eyes searching Ian's for anything that could give away what he was feeling. Anger, at the moment. But that gleam was still there.

"Mickey, honestly fuck you!" He'd snapped again but now Mickeys hand was on the back of his head and he was pulling him in.

He rested their foreheads together. "Shut up and fucking kiss me,"

"Fuck," was all he heard Ian say before Mickey was pushing up on his tip toes a little to kiss him. When lips touched, Mickey could've fucking died right then. The overwhelming feeling of butterflies erupted in his stomach, which is so fucking gay but an accurate description and he suddenly couldn't breathe though his nose correctly. Ian deepened the kiss almost as soon as they began. No one would be able to blame him, he'd wanted to do this for almost five months now. He even thought about kissing him while Mickey was in juvie. It's really sad how much time he spent dreaming of lips he'd never touched before. Ian's mind was spinning. This was better than he could've ever imagined it being. His body was tingling, his hands were a little shaky. Now that he'd had this, he couldn't ever go without it. He was sure of that much.

Ian had his arms pinned against the wall now as he controlled the motions, dominating the kiss just like he did everything else in the bedroom. Ian kissed a lot like he fucked. Determined, wet, delicious. That one track mind determination of making Mickey jelly in his hands. Of making his boy come apart and feel so good. Mickey whined high in his throat into the kiss which isn't what he'd expected to do, but he couldn't help how much Ian turned him on. Especially when he was kissing him like he'd just come home from war.

Their kiss was disrupted by a loud scoff from behind them, and Ian moved away barely to see who had done it. Ryan, icing a black eye and with toilet paper sticking out of his nose, was watching them from the entry of the alley. He'd come looking for Ian to make sure he was alright. Apparently, he was more than alright. "Fuck this shit. You were a good fuck, but apparently that's all you're good for." He'd called to Ian, and Mickey's post kiss bliss was cut like a knife. He tried to push off of the wall, to get to that bastard but Ian had anticipated that without even having to look at him. He squeezed his wrists gently and kept him pressed against the wall by his hands. Ian turned his head back to face the boy he loved so much, and Mickey saw that he wasn't affected by what Ryan had said. No, he was more entranced by Mickey and everything that kiss had meant to him. It melted Mickey just a little, he wouldn't lie. Mickey relaxed a little bit but still, he wanted to kill that guy.

"Fuck you!" Mickey had yelled to the man he'd beaten up not even six minutes prior, "I'll fucking kill you!"

"Shh," Ian had whispered to him, "Ignore him, yeah?"

"Can I just go fuck him up a little? Come on, he's right there!" Mickey tried to pull away again but Ian turned his face.

"Eyes on me."

Mickey had heard that come out of Ian's mouth before, but they definitely had a lot less clothes and a lot more things stuffed inside of Mickey. Mickeys eyes shot to his and he melted a little. When he did, Ian's eyes were blown out a little with lust. He was thinking the same thing Mickey was. About the last time he'd said those words.

"Oh, you wanna fuck now, huh, firecrotch?" Mickey laughed. He'd know that look on Ian's face from anywhere, but this time held something a little different. Mickey couldn't quite put his finger on it. Maybe hope. Mickey could share that sentiment.

Ian grabbed his face and laughed,

"Shut up and kiss me."

That night was far, far from over.

Lmk if you want a part two!

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