I See Love In Your Eyes.

The Fuck You Looking At?

Heading back towards the bedroom, he saw Mickey, eyes closed, mouth slightly open. His heart jumped when Mickey peeked an eye open.

"Take a picture it will last longer asshole." Mickey returned to his previous state.

"Don't tempt me. You want a beer?" Ian chuckled and plopped down onto the bed next to him.

Mickey grabbed the beer and set up leaning against the wall. He cracked it open and took a long chug. Ian stared and smiled slightly. Mickey looked over and smiled.

"The fuck you looking at Gallagher?"

A blush crept up Ian's face and he just looked away taking a drink of his beer. The two sat in silence for what felt like forever. Mickey shifted and turned his head to stare at Ian. His eyes lingered on the bruise he left.

Slowly he lifted his hand and grazed the bruise with his fingers. Ian tensed under the contact but relaxed when Mickey cupped his face. Ian leaned into the touch. It was soft. Softer than he would have assumed for a boy with such dirty hands and clothes.

Mickey's thumb rubbed gently on his cheek. His breath hitched when it rubbed over a particularly painful area. Mickey pulled his hand back instinctively and returned to his previous spot of laying down with his arms behind his head.

Ian sighed internally. He liked when Mickey touched him. Probably shouldn't considering who he was but he really enjoyed it. He looked down at Mickey and laid down beside him.

He turned his head slightly to watch him. He was surprised by the fact Mickey didn't stink. He smelled like cigarettes and something Ian couldn't put his finger on. It was plesent.

"So umm you wanted to ask me something, you know before?" Ian stuttered not wanting to piss off the older boy.

"Yah um well," Mickey struggled with the right words.

"It's OK, you don't have to say anything." Ian turned on his side and faced the older boy and closed his eyes. Mickey obviously wasn't great with words Ian thought.

Mickey cleared his throat and looked up at the clock.

"Shit it's getting late, I gotta get home." Mickey set up and started to climb over Ian.

"You don't have to, you can stay. If you want." Ian yawned and grabbed mickeys arm, stopping him.

"You sure?" Mickey looked down into beautiful glistening green eyes.

"Yah, I really don't mind. I sorta enjoy having you around." Ian smiled a magnificent smile and rolled out from under Mickey and pressed himself against the wall.

"Only sorta? Well shit guess I'll leave then." Mickey went to get up and smiled as Ian grabbed him, pulling him back into the bed.

"Can't get away that easy Milkovich. You ain't going anywhere tonight." Ian smiled and laid back.

Mickey laid down with a sigh facing Ian. Their eyes connected and Mickey lifted a hand to placed it on Ian's cheek.

"You still have blood on your face." Ian placed a hand on Mickey's arm.

"Is it bad?" Mickey pulled his hand away and set up quickly.

"No, not really but if you wanna clean up the bathroom is all yours." Ian smiled and Mickey nodded standing from the bed.

Ian followed Mickey to the bathroom where he laid some clean clothes on the sink for him. Turning to leave he caught sight of Mickey's shirtless back and reddened. Mickey caught his eye and laughed making Ian look away and book it out of the bathroom.

Thumping down the stairs he came face to face with Lip and Fiona who were sitting at the kitchen table with worried looks plastered on their faces.

"What's wrong?" Ian set down at the table staring at his siblings.

"We don't want you getting caught up with a Milkovich, Ian." Lip whispered.

"Well little late now, I sorta like him. He is different." Ian stood and walked over to Liam, picking him up.

"You ready for bed little guy? Is Debbie in her room?" Ian looks over at Fiona who shakes her head.

"She is at a friend's house tonight. So is Carl. Actually Carl is probably out doing something illegal but it's just us tonight." Fiona shook her head and threw her beer bottle away.

Ian just shook his head and brought Liam up stairs. Opening Debbie's door, he placed him in his crib. Leaving the door slightly ajar, he continued back to his room and changed into a tank top and shorts.

He settled on the bed and started thinking. Yawning he heard the bathroom door open and the scent of soap fill the air. Footsteps approached and he could feel eyes on him. Peaking one open he smiled.

A clean Mickey Milkovich stood in-front of him. Those enamering eyes locked with his. He could see everything in those eyes. Read every feeling. It made his heart race. He could feel his cheeks redden under his gaze. Adverting his eyes he hugged the wall so Mickey could crawl in next to him.

They laid in silence. So many questions hung in the air. He rolled on to his side and looked up into those blue, beautiful eyes he fell in love with the moment he saw them. He couldn't open his mouth. Everything was so intense. This was completely new.

Authors Note: Next chapter is short. I'm working on a new story. I posted a one shot yesterday, please read. It's called What Flirting Can Get You. Thank you for reading. :)