Chapter 3 – Truth and consequences
Ian sat in the car next to Lip and waited for Monica and her girlfriend to come out of the paternity office and tried to figure out how to start the conversation he wanted to have. Even though Lip knew he was gay, one of the only people he was out to, he still couldn’t bring himself to bring up the change in his love life.
“So, what’s going on with you?” Shit!
“What do you mean?”
“Dude I think your ears were about to smoke you were thinking so hard. So, I figured I could continue to let you fidget in your seat while you try to come up with a way to bring up whatever the hell it is. Or I could start the conversation myself and see how it went, so what’s going on with you?”
Wow, he hadn’t realized he was that transparent. Now what? Should he circle around it a few times or should he just come right out with it? Hell, this was Lip the one person he could really talk to about this stuff, here goes nothing.
“I broke up with Kash.” There start small.
“Good! I hated that guy. So what you finally come to your senses?”
He looked over to see the smile on his brothers’ face and finally realized just how much Lip had hated Kash.
“Linda found out about us and, I uh, I had sex with someone else so we just stopped for a while. Linda wanted another baby so she said Kash couldn’t be with me until she got pregnant. Then while we were not a thing, me and this other guy sort of became a thing, and then after Linda got pregnant Kash came to tell me and found me with the other guy in the stockroom and kind of flipped and I haven’t been back to work yet to see what’s happening.” There, now he had the overview out, it was time for the hard part.
“Wow, man, uh who’s the other guy? Anyone I know?”
“Yeah! Jesus, who?”
He knew before he said it that the moment the name passed his lips his brothers’ amusement would take a hell of a dive, but damn it he needed to talk with someone!
“Mickey.” The shocked silence that filled the car wasn’t unexpected but it still made him uncomfortable. It felt like his brother was judging him even though he knew he never would.
“Oh my god Ian! Are you crazy? You came on to a homophobic Milkovich? What the hell? Do you have a death wish or something?”
“It wasn’t like that.”
“What was it like then?”
And just like that the damn broke and he told him everything from the beginning. When he finally finished with Kash walking in on them the silence that filled the car was entirely different chancing a glance over at his brother he saw something he never thought he’d see in his entire life. His wordy genius brother was stunned speechless.
Lip didn’t know what to do. His entire life he’d been able to solve every problem his little brother came to him with, all it usually took was a bit of common sense and a calm temper to think things through, but this? This was something else entirely. This was Mickey Fucking Milkovich. For all his supposed genius IQ he was not equipped to deal with this. However, if eighteen years of problem solving had taught him anything it was that no challenge was insurmountable if you had enough information. So now here he was outside of the Milkovich lair of darkness and dread searching for that missing information the only place he knew he had a snowballs chance in hell of finding it. If you want to know about a Milkovich you had to ask another Milkovich. With a little luck and a lot of prayer he might not die in the process.
Just as he raised his hand to know the door swung open and his heart stopped for a moment expecting Terry before he realized it was Mandy standing there looking at him like his wits had deserted him. Which for a moment of blind panicky fear they had, but thankfully his courage had returned just as quickly as it had fled.
“Hi Lip. What ya doing here? You looking to score or something?”
“What? No! I just well, can you and I maybe go for a walk and talk?”
“Talk huh? Well there’s one I’ve never heard before.”
He could tell by her expression that she was seconds away from calling him a perv and slamming the door in his face. Thinking fast he did the only thing he could to get the information he needed and he hoped to God it was the right thing to do even as he opened his mouth.
“It’s about Ian.”
Just like that she changed. Her hard eyes went soft and seemed to glow with an inner light of love or something and her entire face morphed into something less scary and if he was being completely honest more beautiful. Wow she really had it bad for his brother, or maybe she just loved the fact that she had a friend now. As far as he knew Ian was the only boy in her life besides her family, and maybe not even them, who never wanted anything from her and just liked being around her for her and not what he was going to get out of her.
“What about Ian? He’s okay right?”
“Well, that’s just it I’m not so sure if he is okay. That’s why I was hoping you and I could talk.”
“Yeah, alright, sure just let me get my jacket.”
He really hoped he was doing the right thing, but as far as he could tell he was doing the only thing he could. He needed information if he was going to help his brother and since Ian wouldn’t give it to him and going to Mickey was out of the question Mandy as Mickey’s sister and Ian’s best friend was sort of his only hope. As he watched her jog down her front steps towards him he thought again of how pretty she was before shaking himself. This was about Ian not about his dick, he needed to focus if he was going to figure this out.
Mandy walked around the block again. She knew she was being a coward but after her conversation with Lip she just didn’t want to deal with what was coming next. A part of her wished she could just ignore the fact that Lip was asking questions about Mickey and Ian but she knew she couldn’t. If she ignored it and Lip went to someone else or said the wrong thing to the wrong person and Mickey found out she knew ahead of time and didn’t tell him. She shivered not even wanting to think about what he would do then. She knew Mickey loved her, but with Mickey just because he loved you didn’t mean he wouldn’t hurt you. She asked him about it once, why hurt the ones you love, he told her it was because he loved them that he wanted them to learn to be better. She didn’t know if she agreed with that but her opinion wasn’t needed so she kept it to herself.
She didn’t want to be the cause of Ian getting hurt now, but if she waited and Lip got stupid about this stuff he thought he knew, it would be alot worse later. Mind finally made up she walked up the front steps into her house and called out for Mickey.
Mickey could not believe that Ian had been so stupid. He thought that he had understood the rules, he’d gone so long without breaking one, but it would seem he was wrong. Ian had been talking to Lip about him breaking rules two and three. Don’t tell anyone about this and don’t talk about me with other people. Oh well, what’s done is done and now he just had to make sure firecrotch learned his lesson and didn’t do it again.
Ian sat at the register at the Kash-n-Grab and tried not to squirm. First Kash wouldn’t even look at him opting to leave on “errands” rather than stay in the same building as he was. Then Mickey was late. He knew they didn’t have a set time when he would come around but he always seemed to come at the same time anyway, showing up at a quarter til one. It was already half past two and still no Mickey. Today was a holiday and Linda left him to close up at three for her while she took her kids to some sort of play or something to try and give them more culture.
Getting up to lock the door and count up the end of day in his till he was halfway to the door when it opened and in walked Mickey. For a minute he was relieved to see him but then he got a good look at his face and knew that he was in trouble. He watched him turn the lock and flip the sign and tried to stay still. Every instinct he had was screaming at him to run, but common sense prevailed and he knew that running would just make everything so much worse.
Mickey watched Ian stiffen and knew the boy saw it coming, probably his expression, and he liked him all the more for standing his ground. So many others had tried to run in the past, like getting away from him at that moment would somehow make his anger disappear, like he wouldn’t find them. Looking at Ian for a moment he made his decision and jerked his head towards the stockroom. Watching him turn and slowly walk towards “their room” he followed close behind slowly taking off his belt as he went.
“You’ve been talking to your brother about us Ian. That breaks two rules do you remember which ones?”
Every muscle in Ian’s body froze. He tried to remember the rules but his fear was pushing every thought out of his mind. Keeping his back to Mickey he tried to think about what to say next, but all he could think about was what Mickey had said about breaking the rules and how he wouldn’t like the punishment. He really didn’t want to find out first hand if he was right about that.
“Um, rules two and uh, well…”
“Rules two and three. You’d been doing so well too. I thought you understood what to do then my sister comes to me and tells me that Lip is asking her all kinds of questions about me. About my relationship with you. Now where do you think he got the idea from?”
“Mickey, I’m sorry I just, I only wanted his advice on what to do about Kash and we were talking and I don’t know it just came out. I’m sorry I’ll never do it again I swear.”
He knew that pleading and promising wouldn’t do much to help him, but he had to try.
“I know you won’t and you want to know why I know that. Because you’re gonna remember your punishment for it for the rest of our relationship. Turn around Ian.”
For a minute he had the crazy thought to defy him and just not look. He didn’t want to see what Mickey had planned, but he knew that breaking another rule wasn’t the way to do this. Turning he saw Mickey, with his belt in his hand and felt his eyes widen. What was Mickey gonna do?
“Don’t worry I’m not gonna hit you with it. I save that for when you’re being willful. Right now I want you to get down on your knees.”
He waited while the little ginger hesitated all he had to do was raise one eyebrow and Gallagher cringed but he still didn’t sink to his knees. Oh he was going to be stubborn about this. One backhanded slap had him falling to his knees the corner of his mouth bleeding. For a moment he looked like he was going to try and get back to his feet but after a second he stayed down. See he knew he was a smart boy; he just needed little reminders of his place is all.
Reaching up he looped his belt around Ian’s neck before sliding it through the buckle and pulling it tight around his throat wrapping the end around his fist a few times to make it even tighter.
“Now put that busy little mouth of yours to work doing something other than breaking my rules. And keep your hands behind your back.”
He watched Ian hesitate again, they really were gonna have to work on that, before reaching out and freeing him from his pants. Watching him he waited until his lips closed around his tip before he pulled on the belt tightening it even further while simultaneously placing his hand to the back of his head to hold him still while he thrust forward fucking his tight throat. Repeating his rules with each thrust to help him remember.
By the time they reached the last rule he was so close. Ian’s face was turning a bright red and his hands were fisted behind his back while he struggled to breathe. With one final thrust he finally came and watched as firecrotch choked on mouthful after mouthful of his hot cum.
When he was finally spent he pulled himself free of his mouth and pulled his belt free at the same time allowing Ian to breathe again. He watched as a small puddle of his cum fell to the floor as Ian coughed and tried to draw air into his starved lungs.
“Look at the mess you’ve made. Lick. It. Up.”
He waited until Ian was on his hands and knees licking at the cum on the concrete floor before he started speaking again.
“You’re not gonna go around talking about me again are you Ian?”
“No, I swear.”
Lip sat on his bed trying and failing not to worry about Ian. He’d had a half day at work today and should have been home hours ago. Fiona had been worried to, but he’d lied and told her Ian had said he’d stay over with Mandy tonight, not wanting her to wait up for him.
He knew something must have happened and he was afraid that, that something had to do with Mickey and that whatever it was, it was his fault. He never should have gone to Mandy he should have gone to Fiona right when he found out, but he hadn’t wanted to snitch his little brothers secret.
He was in the middle of imagining Ian dead in a ditch somewhere like some kind of single child parent on prom night when the bedroom door opened and Ian slipped inside. It was dark so he couldn’t see his face but he would know his brother anywhere.
He watched his brother jump in fear and knew something had happened. Not waiting for his brother to lie to him he stood up striding across the room in three steps and grabbed him by the arm dragging him out of the dark bedroom and into the bathroom. This way they could talk without waking Carl. Flipping the light on he turned to ask his brother what happened and froze.
Ian’s neck was a ring of bruises like someone, like Mickey, had tried to choke the life out of him. His bottom lip was swollen and looked like it had just barely stopped bleeding from the cut in the corner and his left eye was discolored and slightly swollen as well.
“What the hell Ian! Did Mickey do this to you?”
“Calm down Lip it isn’t that bad. By morning it’ll barely be noticeable.If you’d been asleep when I got home like you were supposed to be you never would have known.”
“Barely be noticeable. Well, hell I know now Ian. What happened? Did he do this because I talked to Mandy?”
That was it, that one sentenced seemed to flip a switch in his brother. With one move he’d shoved him back until his back hit the wall so hard he bounced back off of it.
“What the hell Lip, I tell you something and the first thing you do is go running to Mandy? Why would you do that?”
“I was worried about you. No one knows Mickey is gay they all think he’s a homophobe and for good reason. He kicks the crap out of any queer that crosses his path. Case in point.” He was so angry he didn’t even think when he tapped his brothers black eye to get his point across. Just like that it was on.
Ian swung his fist full force catching him in the stomach making him double over in pain. He knew there would be a new bruise there in the morning. Clenching his fist ready to retaliate he started to unfold himself and looked up. Unfortunately he was at eye level with his brothers neck and those bruises broke his heart and his will to fight.
“Go ahead, kick the crap out of me if you think it will make you feel better. But I’m telling you right now no matter how much damage you do to me it won’t erase what he already did to you.”
Seeing his brothers eyes fill with tears just somehow made it all worse. His brother never cried not even when Frank laid into him. Whatever Mickey did, must have been beyond bad.
“I’m, I’m just gonna go to bed. I’ll see you in the morning Lip.”
With that his brother just shuffled out of the bathroom without so much as glancing back. Mickey Milkovich had managed to do in two months what Frank Gallagher hadn’t managed in nearly two decades. He’d broken Ian.