Always going to be him//Gallavich

Thirteen

IAN
The days following being caught by Mickey's dad were difficult. I told Lip about what happened and he promised not to say anything to Fiona.

As for Mickey, I didn't see him much anymore. We saw each other every now and again, and when we did fuck, we had to do it some place absolutely private. We couldn't fuck near his house or my house. Most times, we'd go to random abandoned buildings or alleyways and fucked for 10 minutes before getting dressed and going our separate ways.

What I heard from Mandy was that Mickey had gone ahead and paid some random girl to pretend to be his girlfriend so that his father would be happy. Eventually, the news that Terry was going to prison for shooting Mickey made its rounds. Of course both Mickey and I were happy, because that meant that Mickey and I could see each other as much as we wanted, but Mickey reminded me that just because his dad was going to prison didn't mean we could be carefree. He told me that his older brother Iggy and a few of his dad's friends had been tasked with making sure that he wasn't doing anything gay, which involved seeing me.

So, he spent more time with his fake girlfriend than he did me, which obviously sucked.

"How you doing, Ian?" Lip asked as he poured me some water.

"I'm feeling slightly better." I smiled, taking my required medication.

"Oh, is that so?" Lip asked, smiling back.

"Yep. Terry 'The homophobe' Milkovich has officially been put in jail for assaulting Mickey with a deadly weapon." I laughed.

"That's great! Now you and Mickey can...you know...fuck whenever and wherever you like." Lip gestured to jerking off, but I shook my head.

"Nope. Unfortunately Mickey said that just because his dad's in prison, doesn't mean we're safe to fuck and be together. Apparently his dad tasked his brother Iggy and a few of his friends to make sure Mickey doesn't do anything gay, which has involved Mickey not seeing me." I sighed.

"Ah, shit. That sounds terrible, Ian." Lip scoffed.

"Yeah, so we do still fuck, but we have to be somewhere completely private, far away from here and far away from his house. But, that doesn't happen much anymore, since he's paid some random girl to be his girlfriend and they spend more time together nowadays." I sighed, leaning back and away from the table.

———
(6 Months Later)

"So, you don't get any dick from Mickey, like...at all?" Lip asked, confused.

"I rarely do anymore, but when I do, it's mostly at night. He'll sneak into my room and we'd quietly fuck. But, when the sun comes up, he's gone." I rubbed my eyes, unable to believe that this was how my life was going.

"Why don't you just give up on Mickey and find someone else to fuck? You're clearly unhappy." Lip suggested.

"'Cause, I'm starting to fall in love with Mickey and the idea of fucking some other gay dude is weird." I rejected Lip's suggestion.

As I stood up, my phone buzzed. It was a text from Mickey.

Mickey🔥: Hey Gallagher. My dad's being released from prison and I want you to come to the 'Welcome Home' party my family is throwing for him tonight.

Mickey🔥: Don't worry. We can come up with some other reason for you to be there, and we can make sure that my dad doesn't see you.

"Goddamn. He just messaged me." I scoffed, showing Lip the texts.

"You gonna go?" Lip asked, interested.

"I mean, maybe, yeah. It'll be my first time seeing him in over 3 weeks." I explained, Lip laughing at my unfortunate sexual situation.

Me: Sure. I'll be there🙂

Adding the smiley face was only to make Mickey think that I was happy to attend a party in honour of his asshole father. Of course, I wasn't, but I reminded myself that I was only going to see Mickey.

———
(Later That Night)

I arrived at The Alibi, saying hello to Kev, who was clearly worried about me being there. I explained the situation to him, Kev understanding, and agreeing to keep me safe. He poured me glasses of water, having been told that me drinking not even one glass of alcohol could get me extremely drunk because of my medication.