Make your move on me: Gallavich(Mickey's p.o.v)

Chapter 3: Gay

"What the fuck?" I groan. Why the fuck isn't this working? I held my dick tight in one hand, in the other some old porno magazine. This wasn't working. I've been sitting here for a fucking half an hour and I haven't even gotten a full erection. Why isn't anything happening? I rubbed, I jerked, I tried everything. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine my own sex life. Angie? No, wasn't that good. Zoe? She had more pubes than a forest has trees. Suddenly my mind flicked to the time with Ian and I felt a twitch, it was working.
"What? No? Fuccckk" I groaned, I am not going to masturbate to a fucking dude, not to mention Ian fucking Gallagher. I picked up the magazine again
Boobs
Nothing
Tits
Nothing
Pussy
Still nothing
C'mon?
Anything?
Nope

"Fine fucking whatever!" I threw the magazine down and closed my eyes.
"Ian Gallagher" I whispered. And there it goes, springing up like a fucking snake.
Fuck, my dick is a fag
This isn't right, this is just some stupid ass teenage hormonal bullshit, as soon as I bang some slut I'll be back to normal.
"Back to normal" I whispered, but for now I might as well enjoy it, right?

I breathed in, imagining what happened only a few days before. My dick was finally fully erect and I got going, rubbing up and down at a steady face. I sped up as I reached my climax and came into some toilet paper.
I got up out of the bathroom, putting the magazine in with the rows of others and stepped out.
"Fucking took you long enough" Mandy came out of the kitchen, holding a bowl of cereal, smacking her words with her Cheerios.
"Can't a man take a shit without being antagonized? Jesus."
"Yeah whatever," she laughed.
"I'm heading to the Kash and Grab, gonna grab a few things and fuck with Kash"
Or fuck Ian
Shut the fuck up
"You want anything?" I ask. I put my gun in my pants and grabbed my scarf, wrapping it around my neck. "No, I'm good." she said, putting her bowl down on the table. I nodded and walking out the door.

As I walked my mind raced with thoughts. What was I doing? I'm Mickey fucking Milkovich, I am not a fag, I'm not. Nope, nope. I just like sex, big difference. It doesn't make me gay.
I took a drag of my cigarette and rubbed my temples as I walked, I need to stop thinking so much and just do whatever makes me feel good. This wasn't a big deal, I just fucked someone, no different than any other times I had sex.
I crossed the street approaching the Kash and Grab, as much as I hate to admit it I was really horny for Gallagher right now.

I walked in, there was no one here but a woman grabbing her bags, getting ready to leave.
Good
What do I say? Uh. I didn't think much before I opened my mouth. "You got any slimjims in this shithole?" I ask, watching Ian move from behind the counter to the door. He locked it and turned around, "yeah, in the back" so he did know what I meant. I looked around the store to make sure no one was lurking in the fucking back or something. He walking towards the freezers, and I smirked, biting my lip before walking behind him, taking off my scarf and jacket on the way.

"Damn, Ian" I murmur while picking my clothes up from the old floor. He was really fucking good at that, I need to do that more often, Jesus.
I watched him zip up his pants and throw on his flannel while I finished getting dressed, he may look small but believe me he fucking isn't.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer" Ian laughed while his cheeks turned a bit red. "Fuck off" I flip him off and walk through the door, grabbing a pack of gum and going outside.
Ian followed me out, standing on the wall in the front of the building.
"So I guess this is like a booty call, huh?" I wrapped my scarf around my neck, was it? "Whatever" I walked away, feeling his smile burn the back of my head.
I walked down the street quietly, I had some business to finish up today but I wasn't in the mood. I thought about what I said earlier it'll pass fuck. But I like it. Jesus fucking Christ am I a Goddamn queer or some shit? I fucking can't be. I can't.
I slid my feet through my front door, taking off my scarf and jacket before walking into the living room.
"Mandy?" I screamed, no answer.
"Iggy? Tony? Anyone?" I walked around looking in the rooms.
No one else was here.
I sighed, heading to the bathroom and turning on the shower.