Always going to be him//Gallavich

Eight

IAN
Things had certainly been exciting since Mickey came to stay with us. Not only was he sleeping in my room, but being able to wake up to the sight of Mickey's body strewn over the mattress was amazing. Every morning, I'd place a soft kiss on his forehead without anyone noticing before I'd get dressed and head downstairs. But, most mornings, he'd get up and beat me to the top of the staircase, placing a long and passionate kiss on my lips before he'd go back to sleep.

As I got down the stairs, entering the 9th day of Mickey staying over, I watched as Fiona panicked when she saw what day it was on the calendar.

"Bill day. Let's go. We need $300." Fiona chucked the cardboard box with the hole in it on the table. Debbie put $50 in. Carl added $13. Lip, who had arrived early in the morning added $10, seeing as he didn't live there anymore, but wanted to keep supporting his family. I pulled a $20 out of my pocket, covering mine and Liam's payment. Fiona put in $45, walking over to the staircase.

"Mickey! Time to get up, it's bill day!" She yelled, Mickey already dressed and walking downstairs. He pulled out $200 and put it into the box, sitting at the table.

"Don't look at me like that, Fiona. I make money, but it ain't by doing anything less than legal." Mickey reassured her.

Counting the money, Fiona smiled.

"With Mickey's portion, we have $338!" Fiona smiled, placing a cup of coffee in front of Mickey, who sighed.

"Glad I could be of help." He sipped his coffee, smiling at me while I made my lunch.

As Debbie, Carl and Liam were sent off to school, I walked upstairs, Mickey following me while he continuously grabbed my ass, trying to turn me on. It did turn me on, but I couldn't, not until later.

"What are your plans for the day?" Mickey asked, starting to palm my dick through my pants as I sat on my bed, trying to put on my shoes.

"I'm going to try and become...an EMT." I couldn't help but let out a small moan in the middle of my sentence.

"Oh, so you're going to try and save lives now?" Mickey smirked, managing to get me hard without even trying.

"Yes, and I'd really appreciate it if you'd stop making me moan, so I could go to my interview." I laid back, Mickey smirking more and more.

"How about, we have some fun, then you can go to your stupid interview?" Mickey offered. He shut and locked the bedroom door.

"Sure, but we need to be quick." I smiled, Mickey getting down onto his knees, unbuckling my pants. Pulling them down, he proceeded to suck my dick for 5 minutes, making me let out moans of pleasure, hoping that no one was upstairs.

When Mickey finished sucking me off, he kindly cleaned up the mess caused by him, put my pants back on and didn't hesitate to put my belt back on as well. He cleaned his teeth before placing a passionate kiss on my lips.

"Wish me luck!" I smiled, placing my bag on my back.

"You don't need luck. You're a fucking Gallagher." Mickey smirked.

"And with any luck, they won't hold me being a Gallagher against me." I laughed.

"What?" Mickey asked, confused.

"Half the places nearby won't hire us because we're the Gallaghers, and we have a reputation for fucking up." I smiled.

"Well, that's fucked." Mickey sighed before I walked down the hallway and down the stairs, managing to make it out the front door without Fiona dragging me into any unwanted conversations.

MICKEY
I couldn't stop thinking about what Ian said. Strolling downstairs, I sat at the kitchen table, Fiona putting a plate in front of me.

"There's extra bacon if you want more." She smiled.

"Thank you, for putting us over our goal." Fiona smiled, sitting down next to me, unable to stop yawning.

"No worries. You're letting me stay here, and as agreed, I was happy to help out with the bills." I smiled, digging into my breakfast.

"Hey Fiona?" I got her attention.

"What's up Mickey? You worried about your family?" Fiona focused on me.

"No, it's not about them. It's about something that Ian said." I spoke, Fiona putting her fork down.

"What did Ian say?" Fiona glanced at me, confused.

"He said that because he's a Gallagher, he's less likely to be hired. Apparently, you and your family have a reputation of fucking up." I admitted, Fiona scoffing.

"Well, that's news to me. Although, the amount of jobs that we've had in the past few years has piled up." Fiona leaned back, exhaling.

"What do you mean?" I glanced at Fiona, confused.

"Gas station, supermarket cashier, motel housekeeping, pretzel parlour, toxic waste cleaner, night-club waitress and party promoter, laundromat owner, Patsy's Pies waitress and manager, and my longest job ever was at World Wide Cups." Fiona listed lots of different jobs.

"You worked at all those different jobs?" I looked at her in shock.

"Yep. Most of them didn't last long. My job at World Wide Cups ended because I fucked and dated my boss...while also fucking his brother." Fiona smirked.

"Jesus Fiona. You're family is more fucked than mine. At least I held down at job at Kash and Grab." I laughed.

"Hey, you're family is more fucked than mine because we can make friends and do odd jobs without trying to kill anybody." Fiona smiled.

"Well, hopefully Ian can secure a job as an EMT. He was clearly not made for selling random shit at Kash and Grab." I grinned.

"Wait, Ian is trying to work as an EMT?" Fiona questioned, puzzled.

"Yep. And considering he illegally enlisted in the army under Lip's identification, he would have gone through some form of medical training, meaning he might actually manage to become an EMT." I smiled, thinking about how my partner would actually make a good EMT. He may have dropped out of high-school, but at least he now had the skills to help people.