Always going to be him//Gallavich

Twelve

IAN
Mickey had been in the hospital for 2 weeks and was just released only 3 days ago. He and I went back to his place, Fiona granting me permission to stay with Mickey so we could take care of each other. Mickey with my medication and me with Mickey's injury.

I woke up in the arms of Mickey, who was sleeping peacefully beside me.

Not bothering to get dressed, I walked out of Mickey's room naked, Mickey following me. He used his crutches to follow me into the kitchen.

"Meds." Mickey reminded me. He watched as I took all of my meds, smiling.

"Hey, I stole this, newly bought by Lip." I smirked, showing Mickey a special toy.

"No." Mickey shook his head.

"Huh?" I looked at Mickey shocked, walking toward the couch.

"No. No man, they're Ben Wa beads. You shove them in my ass and you pull them out real slow." Mickey declined.

"How is that fun for me?" I asked, smirking.

"Come on..." Mickey laughed as I smacked his naked ass.

"Alright, okay. Just easy on the injured leg." Mickey admitted defeat as he got onto the couch, his body facing the kitchen as he held the frame of the couch for support.

"I'll just go on the other one, alright?" I asked, Mickey nodding.

"Yeah." Mickey smiled as I put my dick inside him, slowly pounding against his naked body to avoid putting him in unnecessary pain.

We both grunted for a few moments, getting used to the pleasure we were both feeling.

Without warning, Terry opened the front door, scaring both of us.

"Shit!" I pulled out, racing over to try and grab my pants from the other couch. 

"Fuck!" Mickey panicked, trying to cover himself up with a nearby pillow, since he couldn't really escape due to his leg.

"What the fuck?!" Terry yelled in shock, clearly getting angry. I panicked as I put on my pants as fast as I could, hoping to escape before I would be shot.

"Shit. Dad! Dad! Hold on! Hold on!" Mickey tried to defuse the clearly bad situation.

"Mandy wasn't enough for you?!" Terry got angry stomping toward me.

"Dad, hold on!" Mickey tried getting close to him, but by then, Terry had already punched me.

"Fucking piece of shit! Piece of shit!" Terry kept punching me, causing blood to start running from different areas on my face. First, my mouth, then my forehead, then my cheek, and then my nose.

"Huh?! Huh?!" Terry yelled, continuing to punch me as a line of blood rolled down my chin and onto my pants. I ended up laying down on the couch, Terry still attacking me.

"Get the fuck off him!" Mickey yelled as he jumped onto his dad, trying to release me from Terry's attack.

Mickey ended up on the couch with his dad on top of him, holding him down. He continued to punch Mickey, is face ending up worse than mine.

"No son of mine is gonna be a goddamn AIDS money!" Terry yelled, grabbing Mickey's throat to hold him down.

"Sit your ass down, you fucking ass-digger." Terry pulled a gun on me as I tried to leave.

Doing as Terry said, I sat on the couch, fearing that he would shoot me.

Knocking Mickey out using the gun, Terry stood up, still as angry.

He pulled out a phone from his pocket, dialling a number.

"It's Terry. Send over the Russian." He instructed before putting the phone away, keeping the gun aimed at me.

Mickey and I watched as Terry let a tall brunette woman into his house. She wore some makeup and a purple cocktail dress. Terry moved me to sit on the arm chair right next to Mickey.

"That one." He pointed to Mickey, who tried to look away, and at me, but didn't, in fear of his own father.

"She's going to fuck the gay out of you, kid." He stood behind Mickey, holding his head so that he was looking at the woman.

"Ride him 'til he likes it, Suka." Terry lit a cigarette and moved away from Mickey, watching as she removed her dress, revealing her naked body.

"And you're goddamn gonna watch." Terry looked at me.

She straddled Mickey's naked body and placed herself on top of Mickey's dick, starting to fuck him.

As she bounced up and down, I looked at Mickey with a tear in my eye. I wanted to look away, and avoid seeing what she was doing to him, but I couldn't. Mickey looked at me, guilt in his eyes. I kept my eyes on him, trying to ignore the naked girl that was currently riding his dick.

I looked between him and the floor, trying to keep the tears from spilling down my cheeks, Mickey looking at me the whole time.

MICKEY
The girl was riding my dick and in all honesty, I hated ever single second. I looked over at Ian, who looked like he was about to burst into tears. Knowing that this torture for both Ian and I wouldn't be over until my father believed that I wasn't gay, I wrapped my arms around the naked girl, flipping her over so that she was now laying on the couch and I was fucking her. I knew that Ian wasn't watching me. I knew it was hard for him to watch me fuck some random girl.

After both the girl and I were done, I noticed that Ian wasn't sitting in the chair. He must have left while I was fucking the girl.

I sighed, getting off the couch and going to my room. I shut and locked the door, laying on my bed. I couldn't help but cry. There was no way I was going to let my own asshole of a father see me cry. I don't know what he would have done if he did see me cry.