On a cold raining winter evening...
I stumbled out of the alibi room with a cigarette in my left hand and a whiskey bottle in the other. Trying to lit up my cigarette when it starts to rain.
"Fuck!" I screamed.
As I threw it away I see Ian walking across the streets.
"Hey! Gallagher! Over here!" I shouted as I walked up to him half drunk and cars almost running me overg. He turned around nervously with his hands in his pockets.
"You know what Gallagher?" I chuckled. "Fuck you, big old, fuck you. Fuck you for fucking with my feelings, fuck you for fucking other guys and fuck you for fucking leaving me! You piece of shit, don't you realize how fucking hard I tried to keep our relationship steady, don't you realize that this shit has also been hard on me, and not only for you! Jesus Gallagher!" I grinned as I took a sip from my whiskey.
"Are you done Mickey..." Ian said as he starts to walk away.
"No no no no no, don't you fucking... don't you fucking dare to walk away from me again. Gallagher! Fuck!" I screamed as I threw my whiskey bottle against the wall. I chased after him, grabbed him tightly and pushed him against the wall.
"You don't get to leave me again Gallagher. I loved you so much! You were the only thing that kept me steady from this fucking shit hole of a world! I mean, look at me now... I'm a fucking mess again. I don't fucking care if these meds are fucking up your brains or it's just you, you know I'm the one for you, even though there were or will be other guys, I'll always fucking be there cause you care about me the most and you can't fucking deny that."
My heart raced like a fucking maniac while still holding Ian tightly. He keeps looking away with tears in his eyes.
"Will you atleast look at me Ian! No?" I chuckled. "Of course you won't" I said as I let go of him.
"You know what? I don't give a shit about you fucking faggot. Go fuck yourself, I don't care." I stuttered.
"But don't come running back to me when something doesn't go your way... I don't care about you anymore bitch!" I grinned waving 2 middle fingers at him.
Before I can even walk away, Ian attacks me, pushes me against a car and glass shattered everywhere. I punched him in the face hard enough to make him fall to the ground. I tore a glass-piece out of my arm and kicked him.
"Are your meds making you angry Gallagher?" I grinned giving him another kick. "Come on then, fight me!" As I tried to give him another kick he grabbed my foot and pulled me to the ground. He climbs up and hits me in the face a couple of times. "You feel better now Gallagher?" I chuckled as I hit him and pushed him of me.
We both stood up, breathed heavily and wiped our bloody noses. We glanced at each other a few times and before I know it, Ian races up to me and kisses me. Passionately. He grabbed my face with his hand and stroked my back with the other. I grabbed his wet hair and slowly pushed him against the wall. Our tongues made sweet love to each.
"Whiskey?" Ian asked as he tilts his head. I grinned. "Shut up and kiss me."
He smiled and went in for another great kissing session with his irresistible soft lips. He pulls me into an alley while smiling against my lips.
"Hey Mick, I'm sorry for..." "Shut up Gallagher, I don't want to hear that bullshit." I interrupted. "If you want to make it up to me, you can fill me with your love." I smirked hinting his pants. Ian laughs and turns me around as he pulls his and my pants down. He slides his dick in and grabbed my hands.
"Ahhh, fuck!" I moaned.
"I... I love you Mick." Ian whispered and kisses my hair.
