School House Blues

Mickey Milkovich had no complaints about his life. He lived with his sister and two brothers on the South Side of Chicago. His abusive father had just got pinned up on some serious drug charges so the kids were finally free to live their lives. Mickey was a Senior and Captain of the football team , everybody loved him. The other guys wanted to be him and all the girls wanted to do him. He had a way about him, he could be as sweet as sugar one moment then bring you too your knees in the same breath.

Mickey had always known he was gay. He realized at an early age that he was just not attracted to girls that way, his brothers would look at playboy and he would look at sports illustrated. Luckily there were enough half naked girls in the magazine for his family to never second guess that he was checking out the athletes. He managed to keep his sexuality on the down low, a quick fuck here and there nothing special. Any guy that was with him knew better than to run their mouth. Nothing ushers silence like a death threat after being sucked off in the boys bathroom. He didn't do relationships, he was content with letting the girls hang off his arm, maybe go to a movie but it always stopped there. Know one ever questioned it because he was absorbed in his studies and football, he didn't have time to date. Honestly his life could not have been less complicated, that was until the day he met Ian Gallagher.

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Ian Gallagher knew he was gay and he didn't hide it. He was not ashamed of who he was, that doesn't mean he wore a banner around the south side that said IM GAY but, it did not take a genius to look at the boy and know. He had a habit of checking out the football players, I mean who wouldn't. He found himself standing by his locker gathering some books after Track. The hallways were mostly empty except for the football team and the occasional student leaving detention. Ian was standing as his locker filling his back pack with his home work when his eyes kept finding the group of players huddled by the locker across the hall. They had just finished practice as well. He thought they were all cute but mainly it was the captain Micky Milkovich, who made him get butterflies in his stomach. The way Mickey carried himself with such confidence was so sexy. He had a smile that could light up a room and his eyes...Ian could get lost in those eyes. He never gazed in them up close but even from afar he could see the glint of danger in the boys ocean blue eyes. He could hear someone yelling something but he was to entranced in his thoughts of Mickey's face wondering if his lips were as soft as they looked. The next thing he knew his books were falling to the floor, papers flying everywhere. His body was being pressed firmly against his locker.

"Keep your eyes to your self Gallagher!" One of the football players now had has hand around his neck.

Ian couldn't help but laugh inside at the idea this asshole thought he was checking him out. The player who had him by the throat was named Brett. Brett was a douche. The typical jock asshole. He treated everyone like they were beneath him, he had a crew cut and was way to muscular for Ian's taste. He wanted to tell the meathead not to flatter himself but did not feel like being punched in the face, so he lowered his eyes.

"I'm sorry man, it wasn't intentional" he pleaded hoping it would satisfy Brett and he would let him go. He was already going to miss his train.

"stupid fucking queer, does your family know you like taking it up the ass? I bet it kills them knowing one of there own is a fucking fudge packer"

Ian remained silent, any argument as this point would be pointless. He had dealt with Brett before and he knew what was coming. The asshole released the grip on his neck, and Ian felt a wave of release until Brett kneed him in the chest, dropping him to the ground. He tried his best to hold back the tears, it wasn't just the pain hurt,he was so tired of people like Brett messing with him because he was gay, because he was different.