Alone Together (Gallavich)

twenty-three

mickey

"Grab your food Ian." I breathed out roughly, my blood boiling at this point. I started to grab my food off of the tray.

"Mickey wait-"

"We're leaving." I snapped, looking up into Ian's lost eyes. "Now."

Quickly, he reached out and grabbed his burger and fries in one hand, his coke in the other. Thank god we left the baseball shit behind at the field or else we'd be making quite the show leaving.

What the fucking hell just happened?

Once I had everything in my hand, I stormed out the door, not even making sure Ian was behind me. I was at the end of the sidewalk before taking my next breath.

"Mickey would you just hold on!" Ian called out, clearly further behind me than I thought. I let out a long breath and waited to cross the street until Ian was next to me again.

"What did he say to you before I walked over?" I asked sternly, not looking away from the street in front of me.

"Not much, I mean, he asked if you were there, said he saw you walk in with me. I don't really know. I was a little caught off guard."

"Fucking shit," I exhaled.

"I'm sorry Mick, if I would have fucking known that was gonna happen, I wouldn't have even taken you out of the house today." He responded, sounding agitated, although it wasn't clear if it was at me or just the situation in general.

"No, don't be sorry just - just shut the fuck up for a minute okay?" I bit back, not trying to sound angry at Ian but being too flustered to help myself.

We walked in silence for a few blocks while I went over everything that had just happened in my head. For starters, I was fucking screwed. Dead fucking meat. Whoever the hell Bryce was, he seemed to know all too well what Ian and I were doing there and was way too pleased at the idea of seeing Terry again. Better yet, there was no place to even go now to hide. Ian's identity was fucking out there too and the sight of Frank passed out on the front porch every night was the perfect arrow pointing to where he and I had been recently staying trying to avoid this fucking mess in the first place. I don't think Terry or Bryce or any of those idiots would go near the Gallaghers but it wouldn't be a shock if they kept a close eye on the area waiting for me to show myself.

Fuck man. I got to be gay with a fucking incredible guy for, what, a month and a half? And now of course none other than Terry goddamn Milkovich was gonna awaken from the cells of Cook County prison as he somehow always managed to do and ruin the whole fucking thing.

Or was he?

"Ya know what?" I spoke up, abruptly stopping in my tracks and breaking the silence. I turned to look at Ian, who was staring at me lost, waiting for me to continue.

"Fuck it." I unwrapped my burger, took a healthy sized bit out of it and rolled the rest back up in the paper it came in before chucking it into the garbage can on the corner of the sidewalk. Grabbing a few fries out the container and taking a swig of my coke to wash it all down, I got rid of those in the garbage too. I looked back at Ian to instruct him to eat fast or get rid of the food but it seemed like he devoured most of it in the couple blocks we had walked since Burger King. The empty burger wrapper was crumpled inside the french fry container in one hand, his coke dangling from the other. Eventually he got the hint and walked over to the corner of the sidewalk, throwing out his trash and coming back over to me.

"Yes." I said assertively.

"Yes what," Ian questioned, a confused expression on his face.

"Yes I called that fucking shit show a date before, and you know what, I feel fucking deprived of the full experience."

A smirk moved onto Ian's mouth as he kept his eyes on me.

"Fuck Bryce," I hissed through my own smirk now. "Fuck my dad," I continued, moving closer to Ian, his face illuminated slightly by the street lights and store fronts on the other side of the road. "Fuck Burger King," my voice was getting quieter yet sharper at each syllable, the space between Ian and I barely exsistent anymore. Ian lowered his head to look at me still, the smirk on his face growing as he kept his gaze.

"Don't forget Wendy's," he added in a soft whisper, raising his eyebrows slightly at the reference.

"Fuck Wendy's." I repeated before grabbing the back of Ian's next and pulling him to me. Our lips collided with such momentum that I moved back slightly. Ian grabbed the sides of my face and pushed me backwards into the street lamp at the edge of the sidewalk. Not for a second did I feel the need to hide or make sure no one was watching. I didn't fucking care. As Ian and I's lips were pressed together and our tongues entered each other's mouth, nothing around our bodies seemed to matter. It felt as though it would never matter again, as long as we held onto each other like this.

After a minute or two, Ian finally pulled away gasping, keeping his forehead on mine. I opened my eyes to find Ian looking right at me.

"We're like two blocks away from my house," he quietly spoke up.

I slowly shook my head, catching my breath and not sure if I could make it another two blocks separated from Ian's touch again.

"Come on," Ian whispered, "it'll be worth it," he added, moving his mouth down to my ear before speaking, making sure I felt the words and not only heard them.

I reached up, putting one more long kiss onto Ian's lips before turning back to the street and taking off in a sprint towards the Gallagher house. After a few seconds, Ian was caught up and running next to me. I looked over to him, smiling at the situation and the thought of being alone with Ian again, at the recollection of everything that had just happened.

When we got to the Gallagher front porch, I stopped and grabbed Ian's wrist, turning him towards me and pressing our lips together again. A minute or so later, I pulled away, still holding Ian's wrist and guiding him up the stairs and into his seemingly empty house. Ian shut the door behind us and we both quickly took off our coats, dropping them right there in the doorway and never breaking eye contact. I stepped closer to Ian, ready to continue, but he pressed a hand to my stomach, motioning for me to wait.

"Yo!" he screamed out into the house. "Anyone home?"

His eyes, still locked on mine, lit up at the silent response from the house that was never empty but seemed to have perfect timing tonight. Without another moment of hesitation, I pushed Ian up against the front door and reconnected our lips.

Fuck crowded houses. Fuck the public. Fuck anything and everything that stopped me from doing all of this sooner.

things gon' get a little spicy next chapter ;) stay tuned kiddos