This idea popped in my head listening to my playlist and I needed to make it happen. I hope you guys like it, This is part 1 of 2 . This is my first attempt and fluff and smut, no angst like, basically none at all. What i like to refer to as sunshine and rainbows. Anyone following my work knows, i write dark so this is really out of my comfort zone. Enjoy!!
Mickey sat on his bunk reading his book. The sun was shining through the window, giving him the perfect amount of light. Mickey Milkovich was 16 and a bit of a nerd. He liked to keep to himself, and spent most of his time with a cigarette in one hand and his nose in a book. He'd always loved reading, he could spend hours lost in hard copies or paperback, whether it be fantasy or a murder mystery he was about it. His love of books was actually how he ended up at Camp Sunshine. Yea that's really the name, Camp Sunshine. He was working after class in the school library when his teacher approached him and asked if he was interested in a joining a youth program. The program was called One Foot Forward. It was offered to low income families to give kids an opportunity to experience things they other wise couldn't afford, like trips to the Nature Museum or a Summer at camp. He was very excited at the idea of going to Camp, it would be nice to escape his world for awhile. His father Terry was not the nicest guy. Everyday Mickey would come home and go straight to his room to try and avoid the tyrant. He would pick on the fact that he read books, and make fun of his wire rimmed glasses, always trying to pick a fight. Mickey may be a nerd but he was still South Side, he didn't take anyone's shit and when given he dealt it back twice as hard, but with his dad he was usually at the loosing end. When Terry wasn't picking a fight with him he would go after his Mom Adriana. He loved his mom so much. He had thought many times about running away and never looking back but he couldn't leave his mom and his sister Mandy. When he brought the paperwork home to sign up for the youth program Terry told him he didn't need to go to some queer gathering and sing Kumbaya like a faggot. He told him he was going to stay at home and learn the ways of the family business, which meant drug deals and stealing. He really wanted to go to college and get out, take his mom and his sister with him. He knew if he got into the family business, it would eat him alive and he would be just another soul lost to the ghetto, living deal to deal or ending up in jail. Fortunately for him that is exactly what happened to his father. They were eating dinner later that night when there was a loud knock on the door.
Terry looked over at him "Don't just sit there boy answer the damn door"
He dropped his fork in his mac and cheese and made his way to the front door. There was another knock louder and harder this time.
"Fuck I'm coming hold the fuck on" he yells as he opens the door, only to be greeted by two police officers.
"Is Terry Milkovich here?" the younger cop asked.
"who the fuck is it?" his dad calls from the dining room.
He knows he should feel bad that they are here to arrest his dad, maybe even give him a head start to escape, but instead he just nods and smiles.
"It's for you" He turns around and walks back to the table, letting his dad pass as he head to the front door.
"What do yo..aw fuck Mikhailo you son of a bitch!" Terry yells kicking and screaming as the two police men read him his rites and cuff him.
Mickey smiles smugly at him and flips him off. "Fuck you, you prick"
He closes the door behind them watching the two men struggle to get his father into the police car, they eventually succeed and drive off into the night.
His mom comes over and wraps her arms around him tightly. He would never admit it out loud but he loved his mothers hugs. She always smelled of lavender which for some reason made him feel at peace.
She placed a tender kiss on his cheek.
"I'm so proud of you Mikhalio. I don't tell you that enough"
He blushes at her kind words, wiping his cheek.
"Aw c'mon ma, don't get all sappy on me"
"I'm serious son, you are doing so good in class and now you have the chance to learn new things with this Youth Program. I think this will be very good for you." she said.
"Wait you're sayin I can go then?"
"Of course you can"
He had never been so excited about something. He was so eager to leave the city and a summer away sounded like an adventure. Now he was here at Camp Sunshine. It was nothing special. There were around 10 log cabins that held 6 campers each. Thankfully they were equipped with a bathroom and shower stall, he was not planing on squatting under a tree any time soon. There was a giant lake in the middle of camp that had to be the best part of the whole place. It sparkled blue with the light of the sun and there were canoes lined up on the shore which he hoped they would be using over the summer. They had a shop class where he could do woodworking and a daily hike, besides the camp itinerary he was given, he was free to do what he wanted, and that meant read. He was just about to turn the page on his latest conquest, pushing his glasses up against his face, when the cabin door swung open and the room filled with light. He held his hand over his eyes trying to avoid being blinded by the sudden intrusion into his otherwise dimly lit cabin. A tall red headed boy walked in with a back pack slung over his shoulder. He must have only had the one bag because, it looked like it was about to burst open. The boy glanced around the cabin then met his eyes briefly. Mickey quickly looked away wanting to avoid conversation. He wasn't here to make friends. He was here to enjoy his summer and read without being interrupted. He cautiously glanced over at the boy who was staring at the two empty bunks in front of him seemingly confused on which one too pick. So far he and the red head were the first to arrive so none of the beds were taken, yet this kid was acting like he was making the biggest decision of his life. The boy dropped his back pack on the floor and laid down on the bottom bunk.
...finally..... Mickey thought to himself.
He returned his focus back to his book trying to scan for the line he left off on when the boy sat up and again stood in front of the beds.
..seriously...
"Just fucking pick one man, it aint rocket science" He snaps at the boy, throwing his hands down on his bed in frustration.
The boy looks at him curiously, his eyes are intensely green and Mickey can't help but notice the freckles that paint his face. The kid couldn't be more than a year younger than him.
"Easy there tiger. I just want to be sure after all, we're here for the whole Summer" the boy replied sweetly which made Mickey's stomach turn. The boy was already annoying him and he just got here, how was he going to survive all summer?
"Sure. Whatever" he says and grabs his book once again, adjusting his glasses. He finds where he left off and continues to read. A few moment go by before he senses someone is watching him. He looks up from his book to see the red head has settled on the top bunk and is now staring at down at him with his beautiful green eyes.
...not beautiful..annoying....
He puts his book down in his lap and glances menacingly up at the bunk across from him. "The fuck are you looking at?"
The kid smiles.
"My name's Ian. What's yours?"
..seriously....
"Fuck you is what it is" he rolls his eyes and leans back on his bed. He's clearly not going to be able to read right now so he decides on a nap. He here's a thump and see's Ian standing next to his bunk.
"What were you reading?"
"None of your fucking business, can you please fuck off?" Mickey replies.
Ian laughs and sits on the bottom bunk across from his.
"What's so funny?" Mickey is annoyed now, he just want's to be left alone. The kid has a whole fucking camp to explore.
"You silly" Ian says.
....what the fuck?...
"How the fuck am I funny" he sits up and glares at the boy.
"No reason" Ian smiles and grabs his water bottle and a camera out of his bag. He walks to the door and Mickey is feeling an overwhelming sense of joy. He reaches over for his book, maybe he can finish the next two chapters before dinner.
"Bye stranger" Ian waves at him and walks out the door.
....that was fucking weird....
He returns to his book, trying to immerse himself back into the story but he can't seem to get Ian out of his mind. He kept thinking about his red hair and how he'd only met one other person with the same hair color but it didn't work for them at all. Ian however made it work, he dressed like a typical guy in his flannel and jeans but he carried himself with a feminine air.
...what the fuck?....
Why was he thinking about the guys hair anyways? He was fucking annoying as shit. Now he not only interrupted his time earlier, now he was ruining his reading time now and he wasn't even here.
Mickey sighs throwing his book at the end of his bed "God damn it"
He grabs his pack of cigarettes off the little shelf built into his bunk and reluctantly heads outside. The sun is bright in his eyes but not as blinding as it was earlier. He can tell it will be dinner time soon because there is a light pink tint in clouds. He looks over at a tree on the far side of the lake. It looks like perfect place to try and take a nap, far enough to avoid human interaction but still close enough to hear the dinner announcement. He'd be damned if he missed dinner. They walked through the kitchen earlier during the camp tour and he swore he saw Mac and cheese. He loved Mac and cheese almost as much as he loved reading. After after a few minutes he made it to the tall tree and laid down in the grass. He was wearing a white tank top and black short so the grass kept tickling him as he tried to get comfortable. Finally he found a nice position staring up at the pink sky with his hands under his head. He lit up a cigarette and inhaled deeply, blowing out a cloud of smoke. He closed his eyes and let the fading sun shine on his body.
...this is nice...
He put the cigarette out at the base of the tree and again closed his eyes, this time he quickly drifted of into a peaceful sleep.
He was jolted awake by the sound of the dinner bell rumbling through the air like a fog horn.
"Fuck" he shouted startled.
The sky was dark blue now, stars were beginning to shine through the fading clouds.
He stood up and wiped his face with the back of his hand preparing himself for dinner. He walked over to the cafeteria and was met with an annoyingly happy camp consular. She was dressed in a white t-shirt with a ridiculous yellow smiling sun on the front.
She smiled widely at him. "Hello there camper! My name is Kara"
He raised his eyebrows and waved sarcastically with one hand.
The women looked at her clipboard.
"What your name hon?"
"Mickey Milkovich'' he replied plainly
"hmm.....Mickey...Mickey........I have Mikhalio?"
He rolled his eyes. Only his parents called him by his full name, he hated it personally.
He scratched the back of his neck and and sighed.
"Yea..that's me but it's Mickey"
"No problem Mickey, we'll get that changed for you. Good news looks like your on my team , isn't that fun?"
He just stared at her.
'Go ahead and take a seat at the table at the end over there and I'll be over shortly to do introductions" she points to the table at the edge of the cafeteria, it's already filled with about 4 other people.
"Great" he replies and walks to the table.
He finds a seat not next to anyone and sits down. He glances around the room and see's people in white t-shirts directing more confused campers to there tables. He feels a hand on his shoulder and flinches, turning around quickly.
"This seat taken?" Ian is looking at him, his hand still touching his bare shoulder.
Mickey uncomfortably shrugs him off.
"Well since it's empty, I'm gonna go ahead and say no" he replies.
Ian sits down again giggling to himself. Fucking giggling, who does that shit? Mickey looks at him puzzled by the boys demeanor. He's about to say something when Kara walks over to the table.
She sets her clipboard down and claps her hands.
"Looks like we're all here. In case we haven't met my name is Kara and I will be your camp consular for the summer. That means if you have any problems or any questions you can come find me, or if you just need to talk to someone i'm here. Our team.." she smiles widely" is the Wild Chipmunks!"
..kill me....
"OK so first I'd like us to go around the table and introduce ourselves. First and last name please where your from and "..she taps her finger against her mouth thoughtfully.. "what you want to accomplish this summer. OK I'll start. My name is Kara Damon and I hope to become close friends with each and everyone one of you" she smiles again and points to Ian.
"Uh, my name is Ian Gallagher. I'm from back of the yards, uh Canaryville and I'm just excited to try new things"
"Thank you Ian." she looks at Mickey
...fuck....
"Yea my name is Mickey Milkovich"..he rubs his knuckle under his chin nervously " I'm from Canaryville and I guess I want to get out on one of those boats hopefully"
"Great news Mickey!! That is one things you can cross of your wish list because we are going out at the end of the week for our fishing trip" she claps her hands again and gestures towards the next person. They finish making their introductions finally, it seemed like it took a lifetime. He's so hungry when he see's the front table fill up with food he can barely contain himself, his stomach is growling. They go table by table to the buffet, once it's their turn Kara escorts them over to the table and hands each of them a tray. Just as he suspected the food is amazing. There is a big pot of mac n cheese just waiting to be eaten along with BBQ chicken and grilled chicken. There's some salad and some sort of fancy green vegetable, he's not sure what it is maybe asparagus?? Fuck it, he grabs it anyways. When he reaches the end of line Kara hands him a cup of red jello, and for the first time since he got to camp he actually smiles. If he had to pick his favorite treat in the world it would be jello. He snatches the cup from his consular.
"Thanks" he says softly.
She nods and turn her attention to the next person in line.
He eats dinner silently, doing his best to avoid conversation with anyone. He's pretty used to blending into the shadows back at school but here everyone seemed so eager to talk to each other. He glances next to him at Ian and see the boy has a plate full of salad...that's it. No meat no, mac, just fucking salad.
He doesn't think before he opens his mouth. "What gives Gallagher you don't eat me or something?"
Ian looks over at him as he put a forkful of salad in his mouth, there's dressing on his bottom lip. The boy grabs his water to wash his food down then looks over at him.
"Well I just got here Mick, gotta watch my girlish figure"
This time Mickey laughs. This kid is to much. He doesn't know why he doesn't turn away and continue to eat his dinner instead he cant stop staring at the dressing on his face.
"What about you? Looks like some one has a mac n cheese fetish" Ian says, glancing over at his plate.
He looks down at the pile of food on his place and suddenly feels embarrassed.
"Uh yea. What can I say I love my mac"
..stupid...
Ian shrugs his shoulder looking content with his answer, and takes another bite of his salad. Mickey turns back to his food but suddenly doesn't feel hungry. His eyes keep moving over to Ian as he eats, constantly moving back to his lip where the the dressing is still resting comfortably.
'Hey man you got something right here" he points at Ian and the boys takes his napkin and wipes his face. Amazingly he misses the spot so Mickey points it out again.
"Seriously dude it's like right"..he reaches over with his napkin and wipes the corner of the boys mouth.
There eyes meet briefly and he feels like he is going to be sick. He tosses the napkin to the ground and grabs his tray.
"Where are you going?" Ian looks up at him touching his arm again tenderly.
..yep hes going to be sick...
"Fuck off faggot, I'm not a fucking gay" he replies harshly causing Ian's face to darken and he can see the pain and confusion in his eyes. He can't stand there anymore, he tosses his food in the trash and walks quickly back to the cabin.
....what the fuck was that?...
He kicked off his shoes and pulled his cigarettes out of his pocket. Hit lit one up and laid there in the darkness, letting the nicotine fill his body. He chained smoked 2 more cigarettes before he felt his nerves began to wind down. He was just being nice nothing wrong with that, it's not like he liked the guy right?. He was a guy. Deep down he had nothing against people who were gay, but growing up in his house, in his neighborhood it was instilled into him at an early age that "fags" and "queers" were meant to be bashed and beat down, his dad was extremely homophobic, therefore that was how he raised his children. Luckily Mickey had never been in a situation where he'd ever been around someone who was gay, or at least openly. His dad would just yell at the TV when he would see something he didn't like then go on a tangent about it. Now though, he was conflicted. He was 90% sure Ian Gallagher was gay. The way the boy carried himself and the way he talked, it was pretty hard to believe he was straight. He dressed like he was straight...whatever that meant. All the stereo types he'd grown up with gay guys walked around in clothes that were too tight and acted like chicks, sure Ian was kinda feminine but he was still manly at the same time. He found himself thinking about what Ian was wearing. He had on a blue flannel shirt with brown and white stripes and a grey t-shirt. It looked a little tight but he wore it well. His thoughts drifted back up to his lips, they had looked soft and pink. He felt his dick twitch as he pictured the boys face. He looked around reminding himself that he was alone and placed his hand down his pants. He closed his eyes and once again was flooded with the image of the boys face, his pink lips, the way his adams apple bobbed as he ate his salad. Suddenly he was picturing those pink lips wrapped around him as he moved his hand up and down his shaft. He fucked up into his hand and pretended it was Ian's throat taking him in. He replayed the boys voice in his head when he said his name Mick and that was enough to send him over the edge as he came hard into his hand.
He got up and walked over to the bathroom to wash his hands. What was he thinking, he'd just jerked himself to a guy. What the fuck? Not only that, the fucking guy shared a cabin with him.
...fuck...what was he thinking....
He scolded himself all the way back to his bed where he plopped down and grabbed his book. He needed to read now, he needed to put what just happened out of his mind and get lost in his book. He flipped open to his bookmark and like clockwork the fucking cabin door opened. In walks Ian and the 4 other boys from dinner. Ian glances over at him cautiously. The vibrant attitude he had earlier was replaced with uneasiness. He takes of his shoes and his flannel, leaving him in his t-shirt and jeans. Mickey wants to say something to apologize for freaking out him, but before he has the chance the boys turn to him.
"I just wanted to tell you that yea I'm gay, but that doesn't mean you can go around calling me names. It's 2017 Mickey get over it. If it's that big of a deal to you request another cabin!" The boy yells at him and all the sugar and spice in his voice has been replaced with a deep serious tone. Mickey is taken back by the boys words. He feels terrible.
"Look man, I'm not some homophobic asshole alright" he replies.
Ian looks him up and down.
"Yea..and I'm not gay" he scoffs and climbs into his bed.
"For real man I..."
"I'm done with this conversation..so you can keep talking to yourself, but I'm putting in my headphones" as promised he pulled out the oldest mp3 player Mickey had ever seen. He stretched his arms in the air and pulled of his t-shirt, revealing a surprising toned body that Mickey wished he hadn't seen. Mickey turns over in his bed and tries to fall asleep.
His night was restless. He kept waking up glancing at the sleeping red head. He looked so peaceful when he slept and Mickey was envious. It was no surprise Ian went out of his way to ignore him for the rest of the week. Except for the occasional eyes contact in the morning and before bed, they never saw each other. This is what he originally wanted but the way it happened was leaving him feeling pretty fucked up. He'd tried multiple times to catch Ian and apologize but the boy wouldn't give him the time of day. Welcome week was almost over and according to the camp schedule, next week they would be starting classes. He chose shop and arts & crafts. Yes arts & crafts, he liked working with his hands and was hoping he'd make something cool enough to take home to his mother.
It was finally time to go out on the boats and Mickey was ready. He grabbed his water bottle and his smokes and headed down the dock where Kara was waiting with a few others from his team. When everyone arrived she went over the rules and announced that they would have the option to just canoe in the water or to fish. Mickey wanted to fish. He'd never done it before but he's seen plenty of shows on the discovery channel and it looked exhilarating. They were separated into groups,those who wanted to fish and those who just wanted to just paddle. To his luck he was paired with none other than Ian Gallagher. After watching an instructional video on Kara's I-Pad and practicing setting up a fishing rig they were ready to go. They stood in front of their boat silently taking turns glancing awkwardly at one another.
"Alright boys" Lets have fun. Kara called and escorted each pair into the boat. Ian and Mickey got in and started paddling. They had reached the middle of the lake when Ian finally spoke up.
"We should stop here"
Mickey was grateful for the conversation and smiled.
"Sure. Good a place as any right?"
Ian went back to ignoring him and cast his line into the lake, it was clear that he had done this before.
Mickey went to cast his line and ended up getting it tangled with Ian's.
"God fucking damn it" he yelled throwing his pole on the floor of the boat.
"Relax man, it's not a big deal. Easy fix watch." Ian reeled in both of there lines and undid the knot.
"Thanks man" Mickey replied softly meeting with Ian's eyes.
"Don't mention it" Ian replied and turned back to the lake.
"Look man, I've been trying to apologize for like a week I cant get you to hear me out" Mickey says.
'What's there to hear? You're a homophobic asshole I get it." Ian doesn't look at him as he speaks and just sits there holding his pole staring out at the lake.
He reaches out and touches Ian's arm, this time it's the boy that flinches but to his surprise he doesn't push him away but he does turn to meet his stare.
"I'm sorry for what I said. I'm not homophobic, I just am used to things back home and then you come along being all cute and happy and it kinda scared me" Mickey says.
"Aw. You think I'm cute Mick?" he says batting his eyelashes sarcastically, his voice more playful.
Mickey laughs. "Really? That's what you got from that?"
Immediately Ian seems to return to normal, his whole demeanor has reverted back to the first day they met.
"So Mickey, tell me about you? Who is Mickey Milkovich?" Ian says staring back at the lake.
Mickey runs his hand through his hair.
"Not much to tell. South Side, got 1 sister and 3 brothers. Dad's in jail." he replies pulling a smoke out of his pack.
"Hmm..what were you reading the other day?"
"Don't laugh, but Chronicles of Narnia" he replies, and Ian laughs.
"Hey, I said don't fucking laugh"
"What? It's a great series, just not what I expected from mister dark and mysterious." Ian looks at him and smiles. He notices how big his smile is, it lights up his whole face.
"Not everything is as it seems Gallagher" he says trying to be cryptic and takes another drag off his cigarette. To his surprise Ian grabs the cigarette from his fingers and brings it up to his lips. Inhaling deeply, Mickey is once again staring at his lips but this time Ian notices.
"Is that so Mick" he says softly and exhales , the smoke cloud leaving his mouth. It wasn't until that moment that Mickey realized Ian was downright sexy. He sat there staring at him with green eyes, he could see the lust flickering behind them. Ian passed the smoke back to him touching his hand slightly causing a wave of electricity to go through his body. He doesn't think and lunges forward crashing his lips against Ian's. The red head pulls him in closely and wrapping his hand around the back of neck. He's not sure what to do so he lets Ian take the lead. Ian bites his bottom lip tugging on it gently allowing his tongue to sneak inside his mouth. He thinks about pulling away, then feels Ian's tongue exploring his mouth and just melts further into the kiss. His eyes are closed and he can feel Ian's hair under his fingers. His glasses are fogging up from there heaving breathingand pinching against his face but he doesn't care. Ian finally pulls away, and just stares at him in disbelief. Mickey pushes his glasses back on his face and suddenly feels the urge to run. He remembers there in the middle of a lake so he's trapped. He look nervously up at Ian who is smiling at him.
"Your a good kisser" Ian says.
Mickey blushes, embarrassed by his virgin status. He's never kissed anyone before, never seemed important to him, which is funny because now all he wanted to do was kiss Ian again.
"My first time"
Ian punches him in the arm playfully.
He rubs his shoulder.
"The fuck was that for?" he flips Ian off.
"Shut up" Ian replies and reaches over pulling him into another kiss. He was definitely starting to enjoy the fact that they were going to be stuck together all summer.