Our Little Secret

Did You Already Fucking Know?

"Mm, good morning," Ian yawned, arching into Mickey's body as he stretched.

"Good morning," Mickey grinned, running his hand along Ian's bare back before pulling him closer.

Last night after Ian had calmed down they took turns cleaning each other up and thankfully neither of them needed stitches. Austin and Dave stopped by to let them know Lishman had been arrested for assaulting the governor and his 'co-worker' and it was the headline on almost every news paper, magazine and news channel in their area. Thankfully there were really no details and no pictures of Ian, everyone was pretty much focused on Mickey which Ian didn't mind at all.

"Feeling better?" Mickey asked, caressing Ian's face and pecking his lips softly.

"Mm-hm. You make everything better, Mick," Ian sighed pressing their foreheads together.

"I would do anything for you, you know that right? Say the word and I'll take care of that fucker," There was no heat in Mickey's voice but he meant every word.

"Thanks Mick but I haven't seen or heard from him since that night. Fiona took me to the hospital. They ran a kit on me or whatever but I never had them call the cops. Fi said in case I change my mind later on they'll have the kit as evidence," Ian explained quietly and Mickey nodded.

"If you do change your mind I'll be by your side okay?" Ian's heart swelled because he could tell how genuine Mickey was.

"I don't know if I'll ever want to go back, it was hard moving past that and trying to keep my life on track without him, but I have you now and you make me feel strong. And not in a 'beat a guy up in a fancy bathroom' type of strong," Ian chuckled, smiling when Mickey grinned right back and kissed him.

"Alright, tough guy, you got your point across. But I gotta go shower before going to this meeting. Rooms paid for already so you can stay as long as you'd like," Mickey kissed him deeply before rolling out of bed, heading for the other door in the room smirking because he knew Ian was checking out his ass.

"Hm. I might just take you up on that. You want coffee?" Ian called after him when the shower turned on.

"Yes, please!"

Ian chuckled getting out of bed, pulling on his boxers and walking out of the room. There were a bunch of papers on the table along with Mickey's briefcase but Ian didn't pay it much mind. He'd only spent a few nights with Mickey but he knew the man had a habit of waking up in the middle of the night and working. He started the coffee and looked around, the room was quite stocked for it to just be a hotel room and he wondered if this was like a regular room Mickey rented out.

"I'm gonna miss you when you leave!" Ian decided to call out when the coffee was almost done, feeling his heart flutter when he heard Mickey's loud laugh echo from the bathroom. He felt like a girl being silently upset that he wouldn't see Mickey for almost a week but he would suck it up anyway.

He fixed both of them a cup of coffee and walked over to the table to sit them down, taking a sip of his and sucking his teeth from the burn on his tongue. He glanced over the papers furrowing his brow then he spotted a folder with his name on it. He knew she shouldn't snoop but he picked up the folder anyway and flipped it open, his stomach twisting painfully when he realized what it was.

Pinned to one side was a contract with his name printed at the top with a list of rules of what he could and couldn't do if he were to continue his relationship with Mickey. He scanned the document angrily before looking at the other side, a stack of papers with all kinds of information about him and his family. How Fiona had custody of them, arrest records for the ones that had been to jail, Debbie being a teenage mom, information about Lip, shit about fucking Monica and Frank and just to put the cherry on the top of the cake there was a whole page and a half dedicated to Ian and everything about his life from high school, to joining the military, to all the crazy shit he did before he found out about bipolar, what fucking meds he took and about being fucking raped.

Ian was so angry he barely heard the shower turn off. Hot tears burned in his eyes as he ran back to the bedroom, throwing on his slacks from the night before, pulling in the button up and grabbing his shoes. He left the room again and grabbed his phone off the counter just as he heard Mickey's wet feet on the hardwood.

"So you wanna order room serve- Ian? What's wrong?" Mickey asked, a lump already forming in his throat when he saw how angry his lover was. Ian spun around staring Mickey down.

"Did you fucking know already?" Ian asked fighting you keep his voice calm and even.

"Know what-"

"About what fucking Caleb did to me!" Ian nearly screamed pointing towards the table. Mickey felt his heart pounding, trying to rip out of his ducking chest and run away.

"I didn't know, Ian, please. I can explain," Mickey tried, taking a step forward but Ian shook his head. He didn't want to hear it. Even if Mickey didn't know he had still be walking around with the papers, with that contract, and never fucking told him.

"Ian, wait!" Mickey called as he slung the door open but Ian felt like he couldn't breath. He needed to get out of there, he needed to go now.

"Fuck!" Mickey screamed, rushing over to the table, slinging his arms to knock everything off of the table including the two cups of coffee that smashed against the wall.

Fuck, Mickey was never gonna be able to unsee that look of hurt and betrayal on Ian's face.