Alone Together (Gallavich)

thirty-three

mickey

I ran as fast as I fucking could, not even having to remember the route that would get me to where I needed to go. After almost a month, you'd think I'd forget the way, but there was something about that fucking ginger that made everything bend out of shape. It was no surprise that after all the time we'd spent alone together that I'd be able to let my legs take me where they needed to go. Especially after the other day and seeing the kid in the store; I hadn't stopped recognizing stupid shit that traced back to him. For example, never realized that the "C" light on the CVS down the street was broken until yesterday, and the only way I even noticed it then was because I remember Ian mentioning it when he got back from St. Louis. I even saw an empty Wendy's cup sitting on the sidewalk next to a ripped up and soggy Burger King crown - the ultimate homage to why I had been in the whole Terry mess to begin with. We were both pieces of south-side trash on the outside, mentally deranged and criminally involved. Some people would never even fucking notice our exsistence. Hell, the pieces of shit who chucked us to the sidewalk in the first place were everywhere. But next to each other, it was enough to make you laugh a bit; to question how two totally different things got next to each other perfectly like that. As much of a fag as I might sound like admitting it, Ian and I were the fucking Wendy's cup and BK crown; him the crown of course.

I was finally on his street and I could see the blue house at the other end, almost like it was waiting for me. Fuck if I knew what home felt like, but that place came pretty close when you were in the right company. My legs kept pumping as my heart sped up slightly in anticipation.

When I got to the front gate, my breath hitched at the sight in front of me. The tall red-head had his coat on and was walking outside of the front door, shutting it behind him. His head finally lifted up to meet my gaze at the opposite end of the porch. Immediately, his eyes went wide and his shoulders seemed to relax.

"Mickey."

I began moving through the gate and onto the front porch steps.

"What are you doing here?"

One more step.

"I told you I was coming back."

Making the final move, I stepped up onto the top of the porch next to Ian and instantly pushed my body forward to meet his. Without any more time being lost, we fell right back into the rhythm and warmth of each other that we'd been so familiar with before the last few weeks. My lips moved in sync with Ian's, my hands on his face as his wrapped around my head and neck. The warmth of his body around me was relaxing in a way I never knew could exist. It had only been a few days since I saw the kid but damn was it good to know the circumstances of right now. We were on his front porch for the whole world to see and, while it still freaked me out on the inside, it was exactly the moment I was waiting for.
After a minute or two, Ian pulled away slowly, keeping his hands around my head while his eyes met mine. His face was full of curiosity and disbelief, like we'd never touched before and the little redhead had been dreaming about this his whole life.

"The fuck's up, Gallagher?" I asked, my brows furrowed to Ian. He smiled a little but kept the look of wonder in his eyes.

"Felt like fuckin forever. It's just weird to be here right now."

"Oh, well, I mean if it's too fuckin weird," I scoffed jokingly, backing out of Ian's reach and scratching my nose with my thumb, "I'll just head back home I guess." I shrugged with sarcasm and began slowly walking backwards down the porch, watching as Ian smiled and rolled his eyes in response.

"Don't be a fucking asshole, Mick," he laughed, reaching forward to grab back onto my arm and pull me closer to him again.

I lifted my free hand in surrender and raised my eyebrows. "Whatever you say, Boss. Just remember, it was you who wanted me fucking here in the first place."

"Oh, bullshit," he scoffed, shoving me back playfully with the hand that was holding my arm. "You're the one who fucking showed up here unannounced after weeks of being gone."

"I literally saw you in Walmart like three days ago, Bitch so I don't wanna hear any of your "he left me" crap, kay?"

"Right," he laughed, rolling his eyes. "Cause I'm the boss here for sure." He moved closer to me and wrapped his arm around my neck again, this time letting his hand rest on the back of my shoulder.

"Don't fuck with me or I won't fucking hesitate to leave, Tough Guy," I threatened harmlessly.

"I couldn't get you to go if a tornado blew through here," he laughed, turning back to his front door, arm still around my shoulder. "Besides, I wouldn't want you to go either," he added before reaching for the door handle and letting us back into his house.

I shook my head at the taller man while laughing as we walked into his living room.

"Well look who rose from the dead," Lip snarked from the couch when he realized my presence next to his brother.

Flipping him off, I looked up at Ian, waiting for him to make the next move in the situation. He was smiling at his brother who just turned back around to continue watching whatever show was on the TV.

"Thought you were going to work?"

"Something came up," Ian replied to his brother while looking down back at me with a smile on his face.

Realizing how gay the whole thing was - his arm around my shoulder, us just gazing into each other's fucking eyes like a couple of teenage girls, I stepped out of Ian's hold and scratched the tip of my nose with my thumb while looking away. I could tell he was partly disappointed in my move so I glanced back at him quickly, giving a barely noticeable smirk to him for reassurance.

"You better not just stop going now that your little boyfriends back," Lip continued from his spot on the couch. "That jobs been good for you. Don't need to go screwing it up."

"Fuck off, Dad," Ian scoffed back, laughing a little and clearly not interested in his brother's opinion. "I'll call in sick or something. Just for today."

"Could always tell 'em you got AIDs or some shit. They'll never complain about you takin a day off again," I added.

"You're ridiculous Mick," Ian responded, turning to the stairs behind us. As I usually did, I turned with him and followed him up the steps.

"Still a fucking genius though," I scoffed back as we made our way into his bedroom.

Instinctively, I closed the door behind us but it became clear extremely soon that it was what Ian would have done even if I didn't as my back was immediately up against it and Ian's hands were on my shoulders. Our lips starting moving together as they always did while I moved into Ian's touch.

For a moment, the red head pulled away, locking our eyes together.

"I love you Mick."

"I know," I breathed out to him with a miniature smirk. "I love you too."

Wowowowowo i suck at posting i am SOOO sorry for the delay. I have been swamped with midterms at school and just have not had time to write. Hopefully this chapter doesn't completely suck.