I See Love In Your Eyes.

You Don't Have To Say Anything.

Light just softy broke through the curtains as Mickey stirred. His body was hot. He opened his eyes, focusing on the red little curls that laid on his chest. An arm wrapped over his waist. He couldn't help but smile and run his hand through Ian's hair.

Mickey closed his eyes as one hand rested in Ian's hair and the other on the arm wrapped around his waist. His heart was racing, he could smell the shampoo Ian used. It smelt like clean linen. He pulled Ian closer to him, Ian's face falling into the crook of his neck.

Mickey didn't understand why he felt the way he did. But he felt like everything in his world made sense. How this was the most right thing he has ever felt. And he completely believed that the moment their eyes met he fell head over heels for the red head.

He felt Ian stir in his arms and felt him rub his face closer. Lips grazed the base of Mickey's neck and he stiffened. He turned his head slightly and pulled away lifting Ian's chin. He leaned forward and brushed their lips together.

Mickey could feel Ian suck in air as he stirred more and scrunched his eyes together. Mickey laughed softly and pressed his lips firmly into Ian's lips. He brought his hand up and placed it softly on the red heads cheek.

Mickey felt the startle and pulled away slightly. His eyes flew open and grazed into confused ones. His blue eyes darkened with sadness as Ian just stared. Mickey moved to pull away but hands flew to his shirt.

Gripping it tightly as he pulled Mickey close, Ian roughly pressed his lips into Mickey's. Moving to straddle him as he cradled the older boys face between his hands.

He opened his mouth to invite Mickeys tongue in. It was slow and lazy. Filled with intense passion. He could feel everything. He wanted all of him. He loved him.

He slowly pulled away and gazed down into those eyes. His mouth grew dry and he couldn't believe what just happened. He slowly crawled into the space between Mickey and the wall. He found the tattooed fingers and entertwined their hands.

"Can I ask a question?" Ian started, voice but a whisper.

"Sure." Mickey squeezed Ian's hand.

"Are you even Gay?" Ian looked up as eyes shifted away.

"I don't exactly know what I am. All I know is I've never felt this way." Mickey looked back up and smiled softly.

"I haven't felt this way ever. I don't even know what this all means." Ian made a jestering movement to Mickey.

"I'm a this now huh? That's fan- fucking-tastic." Mickey made a fake attempt to get up but Ian held him down.

"Oh hey hey, don't try that shit with me asshole." Ian held Mickey down and pressed his face into his neck.

Mickey laughed and relaxed into the bed. Living in that house with his fucked up family was hell. This was heaven. He would stay here forever if he could.

"So, I don't wanna sound like a little fag, but what is this?" Ian went to set up and looked down at Mickey.

Mickey covered his eyes and yawned before setting up on his elbows. Leaning his head back he looks up at Ian.

"Whatever the fuck you want this to be." Mickey cracked a smile. Plush lips stretched.

"What I want this to be is something different. I'm not wanting this just to be some fuck or some fling." Ian moved to hover over Mickey.

"So you are wanting a boyfriend?" Mickey placed a hand on Ian's chest and gripped his shirt.

"I want something more than that. But that's a start."

Ian felt Mickey pull his shirt so he leaned down and rubbed his nose against the older boys. Their lips grazed softly as they just enjoyed each other's company. Soft little moans escaped their mouths when their lips met.

Ian couldn't understand why of all people he was here, in a bed, completely in love after just 24hrs of being in the presence of a Milkovich. And not just any Milkovich, one of the worst. Why was said Milkovich in this bed willingly with him. He felt their lips touch again and he couldn't contain the sound he made.

He grew up knowing the Milkovich's were just trashy criminals. An abusive father, non existent mother and at least three or four of the kids lived at the house at any one time. He just couldn't believe it.

Out of all the people in the world he had to fall for a Milkovich. He couldn't have fallen for one of the kids at school no because that be to easy.

"You know I always wanted adventure in my life. You are the most exciting thing that's ever crashed into my life. Literally might I add." Ian placed his head on the older boys chest.

"I'm boat loads of exciting. I run from the cops at least twice a week." Mickey laughed and ran his hand through soft ginger hair.

"So why me?" Ian poked Mickeys stomach.

"You wanna know the real reason?" Mickey tensed for a second.

"Yes." Ian rubbed Mickey's arm.

"When I looked at you I saw something."

"What did you see?" Ian leaned up.

Mickey hesitated as he looked up at Ian. Eyes shown the exact same thing he saw the first time he laid eyes on the redhead.

"I seen love in your eyes." Mickey whispered, afraid of what Ian would even think.

Ian smiled, leaning down he couldn't help but kiss the lips that quivered from lack of response. He couldn't believe anything that was happening. But he welcomed this surprise.

"It was real. Loved you from the moment I saw you." Ian breathed softly against parted lips.

Mickey tried to open his mouth but it felt glued shut. He just laid there in aw. In twenty four hours this red headed Gallagher turned this Southside piece of trash into a mushy pile of feelings.

He tried to form words to respond but to no avail did he make a noise. Just looked helplessly into green eyes that could read everything.

"You don't have to say anything, I see it all."

Writers Note: Should I write a sequel? Curious.