Mickey groaned loudly when he woke up the next morning , blinking as he opened his eyes before yawning and rolling over . Almost falling onto the floor due to lying on a sofa and groaning out in pain at the pain shooting in his leg due to the movement
A looks up at the sound of a laugh , finding tate leant up against the door frame of the living room with a coffee mug in his hand , a pair of plaid pj bottoms loose on his legs with a tight tank top covering his chest
Seeing tate causes Mickey to glance around , his face scrunching up at the neat and unfamiliar living room he was in
It was practically empty other than two couches and a large amount of canvases leant up against the wall
Big tubs of paints along with little tubes , the wall beside it seeming to be used as a painting palette while paint brushes were cluttered together in anything from vases down to beer bottles filled with water
" where the fuck am I ? ", Mickey grumbles as he sat up slowly and looked to tate with a frown
" my apartment , it's down town ", tate shrugs , a small amused smile still playing at his lips as he brought his mug up and took a sip of coffee " you passed out when I was stitching you up , so I hauled you onto the couch "
Mickey glances down to his ripped jeans , one of the pant legs were cut off , a large section bandaged up
" huh ... where's Ian ?", he raises his brows as he looked tate over , eyes narrowing slightly
" dropped him off late last night , family drama or something ", tate shrugs , lips still twitched up in amusement as he looked at Mickey
" fucking Gallaghers", Mickey grumbles as he tried to stand up , grunting and putting most of his weight onto his other leg as tate only watched in amusement
" how do you know ian , anyway ?", Mickey grumbles as he limped over to where tate was stood
Tate grins then " same way you know ian , I'm guessing , he's my pretty little red head , he is ", he chuckled lightly as mickey stumbles back a step , jaw clenching as he looked over to tate
" you fucking?", Mickey scowls up at him
" nah , not yet , you ruined our date last night with getting shot , kinda a let down ", tate tuts softly , mockingly patting Mickey's cheek only to be slapped away harshly
" fuck off me , man ", Mickey glared at him , but tate only chuckles as he turns and goes into the kitchen with his empty mug
" aww , can't bare me already , too bad you gotta lay low here for a few more days , right ? Might wanna stay on my good side before I kick you out for the cops to play with"
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" where'd you get this car ?", Ian raises a brow as he looked over at his older brother from where he was sat in the passenger seat of said car
" borrowed it from Steve . I've been working with him a bit ", lip tells him as he kept his gaze forward , looking at their house across the road
" doing what ?", Ian purses his lips , giving lip a look that makes him scoff as he begun to smile , that giving away anything he'd be able to say with words
" uh , you better not let Fiona find out about it or she'll kill you... and him ", Ian tells him as he rubbed his lip in thought before resting his face on his hand as he looked out the window
" you doing okay ?", lip asks after a few moments of watching Ian stick to his thoughts quietly
" lot going on ", Ian shrugs off with a small shake of the head as he spares a glance to lip before looking back out the window
" yeah . It's weird having Monica back", lip sighs , thinking that was what Ian was referring to
" yeah , well , that too", Ian hums , making lip furrow his brows
" what , something else ?", lip asks , making Ian glance over before he shakes his head
" it's kind of hard to explain ", he shakes his head , not thinking lip would understand plus the fact he wasn't supposed to tell anyone about mickey
" try me ", lip nods , looking at Ian seriously as he turned his body more towards him
Ian let's out a deep sigh " I'm kinda fooling around with tate , the local street artist . Mickeys also gay and we're doing it . And kash shot mickey because of me , but I was supposed to be going in a date with tate . So tate showed up and pulled a gun on kash . Mickey is at tates , but neither of them know I'm fooling around with the both of them . And mickey would rather get shot and go to juvie than admit that he's gay . So , I'm doing kash and mickey and tate . Well , not so much kash lately . me and tate haven't had sex yet cause he's serious about me and doing the whole dating thing . And when kash and me were hit and heavy , Linda found out about it ... and is blackmailing kash into having another kid "
" holy shit ", lip breathes out as he looked at Ian
" yeah ", Ian sighs before looking out the window again just to see Monica , bob and Liam leaving the house
" here they come"
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Mickey let out a heavy breathe as tate pulled out of him , the younger man chuckling softly as he rolled over onto his back , leaving mickey laying on his stomach as he panted , a slight flush to his pale cheeks
" fuck ", tate mutters as he shakes his head and sat up against his bed frame , pulling the white sheet higher over mickey as he moved his head slightly to look at tate
" for someone who claims they're not gay , you seem to really like it up the ass , sweetheart ", tate chuckled lowly , it sounds more forced that what mickey had heard of his chuckles so far - which were usually light and airy and he blinks
" shut up ", Mickey scowls , turning onto his back and sitting up lazily while glaring over at tate
The glare had no heat and it only seemed to amuse tate as he pulled a lighter and a joint from his bed side table and lit it up , pulling it away from his lips to let out the first flow of smoke before glancing over at Mickey as he pulled it back between his lips
Tate smirks around the joint , shaking his head softly as he looked away from Mickey
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Tate smiles as he opens the door to his apartment to see ian stood nervously at his door
" hey , freckles ", tates smile widens , using his hand to grab at Ian's coat and tug him foward
" hi", Ian mutters against tates lips before letting his eyes fall shut when they're lips fall against eachothers completely
He almost falls into the movement of their lips until he pulls away , glancing behind tate before furrowing his brows at the lack of mickeys appearance
" wherea Mickey ?", he asks as he came into the appartment properly , tate shutting the door behind him and sighing as the smile left his face
" juvie , the cops came over . Their was a tip off and they somehow found out he was laying low here ", tate explains , lips twitching down slightly as he looked down at ian
" what ?", ian exclaims as his breathing picked up
" It's fine , he's gonna be okay ", tate assured him softly , tuning his thumb iver ians jaw as he looked down at him
" fuck", ian breathes our , a pinch between his brows , gaze unmoving from tates face before it flickered down and he furrows his brows , gently reaching up to look at a marking on tates neck closely and he squints
Tate raises a brow before sighing and pulling the collar of his shirt down so ian can see better
There was slight bruising on his left collar bone , a red scratch mark dragging down slightly over his shoulder and ian blinks before he looks to tate with a blank look
" you fuck him? ", he asks , tate pulling his shirt back up as he continued to rub his thumb over Ian's face
" you fuck him ?", tate echoes with a raised brow , lips twitching up ever so slightly as ian groans and face plants into his chest
" this is so fucked ", ian grumbles as he pulled his face away with a slight frown , tate only chuckles , using his hand on Ian's face to move his face and lean down to place his lips onto Ian's