Fandom: Shameless US which belongs to Showtime.
Rating: FRM for explicit language.
Spoilers: Up to 1.10 about.
Summary: Mickey sets up a date for Ian.
Notes: Written for this prompt at shameless_ff .
Posted to shameless_ff.
The house had been sitting dormant for awhile, but Mickey knew. It wasn’t that he had been stalking Ian since they’d . No, Mickey just happened to be passing through when he saw the rich show off unlocking the door and dragging cleaning equipment inside. The boards on the windows stayed up, however, and Mickey realized that Steve had no intention of moving in. Or he hadn’t told Fiona yet which Mickey decided he had to “just happen” to be in the area when Steve did.
Jimmying the lock was simple. It was getting everything in there that was a bit of a challenge. He couldn’t do it the night before when no one except the drunks would be around because although it was cold, the food would certainly become stale. Mickey waited for the Gallaghers to leave one by one before he climbed the rickety old stairs with blanket and basket in tow. Then it was all a matter of cornering Ian at the Kash and Grab to tell him where to meet.
“What exactly are we doing here?” Ian asked. “Anyone could come out and see.”
“Do you ever shut up?” Mickey threw the door open with ease and waited for Ian to step over the threshold. “Are you coming or not?”
“I heard it still smells in there.”
“It might smell, but it also is completely empty.”
Ian relaxed, a smile gracing his lips, and he finally came inside. He made quick work of his jacket, letting it fall to the dusty floor. He went for his shirt next, but Mickey stopped him.
“Wait a second. I thought first we could…” He trailed off and gestured to the blanket he had set up in the living room. There were a few paper plates set up with peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and plastic cups next to a box of red wine.
“Did you do all this for me?”
“No, I did it for someone else,” Mickey dead panned. “That’s why I brought you here.”
“It’s fantastic Mickey. Thank you.”
“Yeah, well. Don’t get used to it.”
They sat down on the blanket, their legs crossing. Mickey poured the wine, and they ate in silence. He was nervous. It was obvious Ian was ecstatic, but Mickey felt vulnerable. It was a stupid idea to bring him to the house for a make shift picnic. Mickey had rationalized that he had to do nice things for Ian to keep him around or he’d go running back to Kash. He hadn’t realized how much he’d enjoy it himself.
“Mickey, where are you going?” Ian asked. Mickey had jumped to his feet, reaching for his jacket.
“Home. Don’t follow me.”
“But don’t you want to…”
“No. There’s cookies in the basket if you want dessert. If you tell anyone about this, I’ll gut you. Understand?”
Ian laughed. “Got it. Can I kiss you now?”
“One step at a time Gallagher,” Mickey said, but he leaned into Ian and their lips brushed. It was his first kiss, but he would die before telling Ian. He still felt vulnerable, and he knew he was. Ian could knock him down if he wanted, make off with anything Mickey had. It felt nice, though. Ian’s lips were soft and moved fluidly against his.
When they pulled apart, Mickey tried his hardest to not look as dazed as he felt. His hand had made its way to Ian’s hip during the kiss, and he yanked it back.
“I guess I could stay for dessert,” he muttered.
“Good. Now, not that I don’t love the dress shirt, but I think it needs to come off.”
Rolling around on a dusty floor in a house that, okay really did, reek was far from romantic. Mickey had had enough of romance for the day. And if he let Ian kiss him goodbye unlike the last few times, no one would be the wiser. Because he’d smash Ian’s face in if he told anyone. Mickey was nice like that.