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Mickey is in the bedroom dressing up for his date this evening. Personally he thinks it's stupid, but this is what happens when you have a sappy romantic boyfriend.
Mickey Milkovich 29 years old is dating Ian Gallagher 28 years old. They have been together for 3 years six months today. As a matter of fact he is getting ready so they can celebrate their three-year anniversary. They should have celebrated it six months ago but on the actual date Ian wasn't available so since We missed the exact day Mick, now we have to wait till six months. Mickey didn't understand the logic behind it but he loves his boyfriend more than life itself and he's pretty sure he'd give the stupid tall as fuck ginger anything he wants.
They live in New York together, bought a house together, furnished it together, even though Ian travels sometimes for work. Ian is an agent; he discovers actors. His boyfriend has a nick for talent and has introduced alot of famous actors to Hollywood. He has connections in LA, so his job is to send them there if he likes the person enough.
The moment Mandy had heard about Ian's job -an year into their relationship- she had bugged Mickey into introducing her to Ian, something about always wanting to be an actor. That was news to Mickey but he loves the bitch so he did it anyway. Not the introducing her to Ian part, that was yet to happen. But Ian had sent her to Hollywood, she had auditioned and gotten a gig, but she lost it soon after for fucking the main character's husband. At least she will never say Mickey never did anything for her.
She had wanted to meet Ian and thank him anyway, but he'd been held up that entire week. So they had had to speak on the phone. And that was it. Everytime Mandy asked to meet Ian after that, something always came up, until eventually Mandy had stopped asking.
When Mickey confronted Ian about why he didn't want to meet his sister, the red head had chalked it up to not being ready. So Mickey had let it slide. A year back Mickey had brought it up again and it had turned into a heated argument that Mickey believed to this day he would have lost Ian had he not dropped the subject of Ian meeting his friends and family completely.
Mickey used to find it weird that Ian didn't want to, and he had begun to worry about it. Insecurities about Ian not wanting to be seen with him had started to kick in. But when Ian introduced Mickey to his family, his worries had vanished and gone out the window. The Gallaghers loved Mickey. They welcomed him fully into their fold and almost four years in Mickey felt like he was one of them. As a matter of fact they were in Chicago just two weeks ago for Thanksgiving. So Mickey wasn't complaining.
A text came through his phone as he was putting on his shoes. Babe, u almost done yet?
Mickey smiles. He doesn't even know why Ian insisted on this date. Mickey would have been fine with a home-made dinner and lots of beer. Ian was a great cook. But no, Today is very special, so I gotta treat my baby special. Is what Ian said this morning. Sappy idiot.
Calm ur tits, I'm on my way.
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Ian read the text his boyfriend just sent him and laughed. It took a while for Ian to understand that that was Mickey's way of showing affection. But he could read his boyfriend like a book at this juncture in their relationship. Besides, Mickey had his moments.
Mickey.
Ian loved that man so much he could write a sonnet, or a poem about him. Whichever Ian didn't care, he could write them all. Mickey Milkovich was an amazing man and Ian was lucky to have him. He never took a day of their relationship for granted.
Like seriously, he couldn't. See, Ian was keeping a terrible, terrible secret from his long-term boyfriend that he loves so fucking much. Ian Gallagher was wait for it, MARRIED. That's right, Ian was a terrible person. The terrible-est of all people. He was cheating with Mickey, or on Mickey, or both. Either way he was doing it.
In his line of work, Ian came across alot of different good looking people. And one of those people had been Ramsey, his husband. Four years ago when he was still new in his job he had met Ramsey an underground actor needing Ian's help. Pretty soon work had turned into work with benefits and Ian had been so in love and so happy. He had immediately introduced Ramsey to his family and before he knew it they're getting married. A few months later his then boyfriend proposes and they get married. It was all great until a year into their marriage Ramsey went to Hollywood and got too busy. Too busy to see Ian, to busy to call Ian, to busy to visit New York and fuck his husband.
They never saw each other, his husband was always canceling their plans, snaping at him when Ian complained so he learned not to. As far as Ian knew Ramsey wasn't cheating but putting your husband on a schedule and only meeting at least twice a month was no way to live. When Ramsey needed Ian on his arm on the red carpets or interviews, Ian was there. When Ramsey was required to show up with his husband at an important event, Ian was always there. But when Ian needed him during Christmas or Thanksgiving Ian you know that today is when I'm needed the most. You know how this things work. Is the reply Ian usually got.
Soon the loneliness became too much for Ian and skyping and phone calls stopped being enough. To be honest though, Ian hadn't planned on cheating until the day he saw Mickey. He remembers it like it was yesterday.
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Three Years Six Months Ago
Ian stands outside the café and breathes for a few seconds. Ramsey had cancelled on him, again. Ian is beginning to wonder if the marriage was a mistake, and maybe they should just get a divorce. He huffs frustrated and walks in to get his coffee. As he's waiting to be handed his, the guy next to him shouts angrily at the barista.
"This is not my fucking coffee!"
"Yes it is, you said..."
"I said no fucking sugar is what I fucking said!"
"I'm so sorry, maybe I can make you a new one?" the barista apologizes.
"Sure, 'cause I've got nothing else to do but spend my entire day at a fucking café drinking fucking coffee. This things take like twenty fucking minutes!"
"Sir..."
"If I may?" Ian interrupts.
"Mind your own fucking business red."
This man with the great ass is vicious. Ian is intrigued. "I was just... I'm not in a hurry and mine has no sugar so... if you don't mind maybe you can take mine?" he offers.
Ian watches as angry nice ass guy chews on his bottom lip in contemplation. "Fucking... fine." the guy concedes and stretches his hand out for Ian's coffee. Ian has a large smile on his face as he hands it over. "You gave me your coffee, you didn't cure cancer so calm the fuck down." the guy says and takes off.
Ian watches as the ungrateful tempting ass walks away. He would give anything to see the man attached to it again.
~•
That night Ian goes to one of the many gay clubs to unwind. He does this sometimes, goes to gay clubs, to drink and have other men grind on him. He has never taken it further than that being a married man and all, but he enjoys the experience. So he covers his shouting hair -like he always does- especially since he and Ramsey featured in one of the gossip magazines today. And heads out.
The gods must be laughing right now because the first club he walks into short angry guy with hot ass is at the counter with a beer in his hand.
"At least they got your order right here."
The guy turns to look at Ian with a frown that turns into a smirk as recognition hits him. "Red."
"It's Ian, Ian Gallagher." Ian offers a handshake that gets ignored.
"You stalking me Gallagher?"
"What? No. I swear I am not I just..."
"Learn how to take a joke red."
"Oh." Ian says sheepishly. "I'm sorry, I didn't think you knew the meaning of the word."
"Oh, that's how were doing this?" the brunette raises a very expressive eyebrow and then laughs.
Ian wants to fall a sleep to the sound of that voice. "You have a nice laugh." is out of his mouth before Ian can control himself.
"You give weird fucking compliments." the guy says and taps the bar stool next to him. "and you can call me Mickey."
"Nice to meet you Mick."
"Mickey."
"My version sounds better." Ian replies as he sits and gestures for the bartender. "Keep them coming." he points to Mickey's beer and gestures to the both of them. "My tab." the bartender nods.
"Coffee and beer all in one day, I'm gonna need more than that before I let you anywhere near my ass, Gallagher."
Ian is glad the beer is not here yet because he would have most definitely choked on it. Mickey laughs at the look on his face and pats his thigh. Turns out that is all Ian needed to do because they leave together that night.
Ian doesn't leave Mickey's apartment the next morning. Instead they continue to fuck and it being a weekend they spend it doing the same thing. Ian completely gets consumed by all things Mickey and it's only till Monday comes around and he gets a text from Ramsey that he remembers he's married.
Right then and there, Ian knows he's fucked.
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Ian had contemplated divorcing Ramsey, but when he cheated on him before bringing up the subject, he felt too guilty and decided to let the whole idea drop.
Ian had wanted to tell Mickey the truth when they started the relationship but it never seemed to be the right time. Soon 'I love yous' were exchanged and they moved in together and Ian knew it was too late not to to hurt, on Mickey's part. He also knew that if the brunette ever found out, he would leave him. And Ian couldn't take that chance.
So he learnt to juggle his two relationships. Which wasn't that hard considering he only met with Ramsey three, four times a month. And as long as Ian didn't meet any of Mickey's friends or family who could recognise him as the famous actor's husband, their relationship would be fine.
So he smiles and straightens up as the man he truly loves walks towards him. Ian doesn't even wait for Mickey to say anything, before he's claiming the shorter man's lips and reminding himself why Mickey can never learn the truth.
He doesn't want to loose Mickey.
He doesn't want to hurt Mickey.
Mickey is everything to him, and hell will freeze over before Ian looses him.
Ian pulls back with a happy sigh. "Fuck, I love you."
Mickey chuckles lightly. "Yeah, you too."
Tbc..........