Two sides of the same coin//Gallavich

5: No regret

IAN
It was an impulse move. I didn't know how else to describe it. I wish I could say that I regret it, but I don't. I don't regret kissing Mickey. I should have, yes, because if anyone found out, I'd end up dead, but the fact that Mickey decided and even told me that he'd keep my secret, I knew that kissing him was the right move.

Sufficed to say, I hadn't seen Mickey or Mandy in a week. Not because I didn't want to, but because I couldn't. Terry was back, meaning I couldn't step foot near his house without risking death.

Mandy had texted me a few times, mainly about school work, but I was a little bummed that Mickey hadn't texted me at all. I didn't care if he just wanted to talk shit and insult me or if he wanted to have a genuine conversation, all I wanted was to look at my phone and see a notification that showed that Mickey had sent me a message.

MICKEY
Never in my life did I expect to miss a Gallagher. I missed seeing him just walk around the house trying to help Mandy study. I missed watching him try to catch a glimpse of my naked chest as I walked in and out of my bedroom every 30 minutes.

But the one thing I didn't expect was the kiss. When Ian kissed me, I didn't expect to like it as much as I did, I mean, I'm a Milkovich for fuck's sake. I'm suppose to gag at the thought of kissing a dude, let alone a Gallagher. Somehow, weirdly enough, I didn't regret kissing him. If I had regretting kissing him, I would have pushed him away from me the moment his lips touched mine, but I didn't.

Subsequently, my mind kept drifting to Ian. I kept thinking about how soft Ian's lips were on mine. I kept thinking about what it would be like to see him naked. I was glad that no one was able to read my thoughts.

It reached 7 pm, and I needed to see Ian. Holy fucking shit. Did I just admit that I needed to see Ian?

My dad locked all doors to the house at 10 pm, as he usually liked to take a beer-induced nap before actually going to bed. I snuck out of my room, running all the way to the Gallagher household, hoping that I wasn't going to get caught.

I climbed a nearby pipe, desperately hoping that I didn't slip and fall down. I eventually made it to the window that led to Ian's room, barely being able to fit through the small ass window.

IAN
Hearing my window opening, my heart dropped when I saw someone struggling to get into the room.

"What the fuck?!" I whispered, trying not to wake up the other boys in the room.

"M- Mickey?" I open my eyes, trying to stay awake.

"I missed you, Gallagher..." Mickey smirked as he landed on the bed, trying to look like he landed intentionally.

"Mickey, what are you doing here?" I asked, a smile still plastered on his face.

"I just- I needed to see you. I don't know why..." Mickey admitted, laying next to me.

"Mick- Mickey. I'm sorry." I sighed, turning to face him.

"Sorry? For what?" Mickey questioned, looking at me confused.

"I'm sorry for catching you off guard with the kiss. I don't regret kissing you, like, at all, but I feel guilty for just doing it." I admitted, looking at Mickey, who laughed.

"So what? Are we just gonna continue talking, or can we get to the good shit?" Mickey asked.

Without hesitation, Mickey was kissing down my torso, not wasting any time. He made it to my now hard dick, starting to suck it. I had to keep my moaning to a minimum, considering Lip and Carl were literally across the room,

Every time I looked down, all I could feel was Mickey's warm lips on my dick. I reached an orgasm and felt more alive than ever. He laid beside me, a smirk on his face.

———

Morning came, and when I looked beside me, the space was empty. Looking up, I noticed that the window was open, the curtains flowing because of the wind.

"Goddamn Milkovich." I smiled, chuckling before going back to bed.