Yevgeny walked in front of Rocky with long strides. He hopped the fence then helped Rocky over, into the dugout. They sat down on the metal bench attached to the wall.
"My dads used to come here together sometimes." Yevgeny started. "They'd shotgun some beers and fuck up against the chain link."
Rocky chuckled. "Sounds like fun, did you bring any beer?"
Yevgeny pulled to cans out of the bag he brought with a smirk. Rocky returned the smile and pulled a switch blade out of his pocket. He took a beer and stabbed it hard in the side before cracking the top and shoving it against his mouth. He then pushed it towards Yev without warning. Yevgeny guzzled down the rest like a pro. Rocky ran a hand through his hair and just looked at Yev for a second.
"What?" Yevgeny asked when he saw Rocky looking at him.
"You're beautiful, you know that?" Rocky sighed out.
"Shut the fuck up." Yev looked down at his feet.
"No, really you are."
"Yeah, okay." Yevgeny then leaned forward and kissed Rocky hard.
Yevgeny wrapped his arms around Rocky's waste pulling him close to him. Rocky settled his legs around Yev's hips in preparation for Yevgeny picking him up. He did just that and shoved Rocky's back against the chain link. Never once pulling their lips apart.
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After a few more beers and maybe another fuck or two they jumped the fence again. They started walking down the dark streets, headed nowhere in particular. Yevgeny swung his arm over Rocky's shoulder and kissed his head.
"I'm surprised with how fast it took you to get used to this." Yev said, breaking the silence.
"Used to what? Having a boyfriend or having a dick up my ass?" Rocky smirked.
"Both, I guess. Usually guys just want to fuck and leave. You're different."
"Maybe it's cause' I actually like being around you and I care about you." Rocky looked Yev dead in the eye as he said this.
Yevgeny smiled and looked down at his feet. He looked back up with a more serious expressions. "Hey, has your mum called you to see where you are?"
"No, she's too drugged off her ass to even notice I'm gone." He said this with a faint smile that was obviously pained. "Why?"
"I just don't want her to like lose her shit or something or do something stupid."
"What, like hurt me? Because she knows I won't fight back." Rocky's voice was slightly uncomfortable.
"Yeah, or like overdose or some shit. She just reminds me of my grandfather, from what you've described." Yevgeny didn't talk about Terry much because he never really new him, but he's heard the stories.
"Ah, the notorious Terry Milkovich. I've heard my share of stories about him."
"I don't mean those stories, I mean the ones I've gotten from my family. Personal ones that were really fucked up." Yevgeny let out a sigh.
"How fucked up?" Rocky's voice was quiet.
"He caught my dads together when they were around our age. He wasn't supposed to be home till later. He pistol whipped my pops and beat on my dad. Then he made my pops fuck my mom to fuck the gay out of him. Made my dad watch. Clearly it didn't work but I mean that's the story of how I was spawned." He let out a small dark chuckle.
"Shit."
"Yeah."
"Well, if that never happened, you would be here and we wouldn't be together. So in a twisted really fucked way I'm kinda glad it happened." Rocky admitted.
"Yeah, that's what my pops said after he finished first telling me that story. He doesn't open up much but I like when he does."
"I'm glad I'm here with you and not my coked out mother." Rocky breathed out.
"Me too." Yevgeny pulled Rocky close, and started leaving a trail of kisses down his neck while they walked.
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Later that night Yevgeny couldn't sleep. He got up from bed careful not to wake Rocky. On his way out to his front porch he grabbed a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.
He sat out there for who knows how long, chain smoking and thinking too much. At around 3 in the morning he heard the door swing open behind him. He didn't turn around, already knowing Mickey was standing behind him.
"Hey kid." Mickey said as he took the pack of cigarettes and the lighter off the railing and lit up.
"Hey." Yev took another drag.
"What's on your mind at fucking 3am?"
"Concerned for Rocky," Yev never had trouble opening up to his father. "From what he describes his mum's like your dad."
"That kid's in some deep shit then."
"Yeah if she's ever sober enough to realize he's gone." Yevgeny rubbed his hand over his face and sighed.
"You think she'll hurt him if she found out? Think she's capable of the shit Terry put us through?" By us Yevgeny knew he meant him, his dad and his siblings.
"Not all of it, I don't think she plans on raping and impregnating Rocky." Mickey didn't even flinch at the subject. "But I do think she can hurt him, he won't fight back."
"Unfortunately not fighting back seems to come with the abused child gig." Mickey put his arm around his son. "I only did when he hurt Ian too."
Yevgeny didn't respond, he took another drag as his father did the same. Thinking how glad he was that Mickey never laid a hateful hand on him. Even after all he went through to get to this point, he was a good father.
"We'll figure it out." Mickey breathed. "C'mon, let's get back inside, it's fucking freezing out here."
They both stubbed out their cigarettes and walked back into the house.
(A/N: I know I haven't updated in twenty fucking years my apologies. I've been reading a lot of books lately and shit. Anyway hope you like it. xoacidicblood.)
