(Ayeeee so before I start this chapter just wanna warn y'all that there is a sex scene on pages 9-12 in case anyone wants to skip past it. I tried to keep it short for those of you who don't like smut haha)

Mickey would be lying if he said he wasn't excited for tonight. Sure it was just some stupid arts and crafts, but Ian Gallagher was going to be there and that was enough to get Mickey excited. Nothing was going to happen between them, but just the sight of Ian was all Mickey needed. He had been cock blocked for months by Svetlana and his dad. The occasional opportunity he had to sneak out and get in a quick hook up, Mickey would take it, but the second Svet caught wind of that, she threatened to tell Terry about everything. The last thing Mickey wanted was to get the shit beat out of him, especially in front of his son.

"Yevgeny! It's time to go!" He calls.

"You going to be late to crafts," Svetlana scolded.

"Yeah well blame your son. He's slow as shit,"
Mickey mumbled as he tugged on his boots.

"Blame yourself. Home late from work, like everyday," she said.

"Can't help it that I'm the breadwinner in the family. While you're jerking cock for a couple bucks, I'm over here bringing in the money. So shut the fuck up and leave me alone," Mickey said as yevgeny walks in.

"Stop fighting," Yev says. "People who love eachother, aren't supposed to fight."

"Don't worry about us, bud," Mickey says as he zips up Yev's coat. "Now lets get going so we aren't late, okay?"

Yev nods, grinning widely as he pulls his hat onto his head. It was early November, so in Chicago it was already freezing.

"When you get home come to room. No sleeping on couch," Svetlana says. She always tried to pretend that they were a real couple and by law they were, but to Mickey all she was was baggage. Something he couldn't get rid of thanks to his father.

"Yeah, we'll see," he mumbles as he grabs the keys and heads out the door with Yevgeny.

The two of them drive to the school and park. "Are you excited to paint?" Yev asks, smiling.

Mickey nods. "Course I am, bud," he said as he gets Yev out of the car and they walk into the school. It was after hours, so there were janitors cleaning out some of the rooms and the occasional teacher who had nothing better to do than grade the works of elementary school students.

"Hi, Mr. Carlson!" Yev said, waving at one of the janitors.

The janitor looks up and smiles back. "Hey, Yevgeny," he said.

Yev smiles and looks up at Mickey. "That's my friend, Mr. Carlson," he said as they walked into the gym where they were doing the arts and crafts.

"Mr. milkovich, Yev," Ian says happily, walking over to the two. "I'm glad you could make it."

Mickey shrugs. "Yev practically begged me to come here. I couldn't say no to him," he says as Yev runs over to color with the other kids. "What is this play about anyways?" Mickey asks, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"We're reinacting Noah's arc. Yevgeny is going to be playing the lion. He's really excited about it too," Ian says softly, smiling. "You could help me and the other parents. We're coming up with a design for the fliers."

"Why the fuck does it matter what they look like? It's a kindergarten play," Mickey says. He really didn't understand what the big deal was. It wasn't like a broadway play. It was a play being held in the gym of an elementary school. Whenever Mickey was involved in anything as a kid, his father couldn't give less of a shit about it. Never even bother to show up to his little league games unless he was wasted or high. And even then he'd either pick a fight with another parent or pass out on the ground.

"It matters to the kids, Mr. Milkovich," he says. "They've been working hard for this play. I'm surprised your wife hasn't told you about this. Like I said, Yev is really excited about it."

Mickey snorts. "My wife doesn't tell me shit. What she does so is tattle like a fucking kid to my dad to get me in trouble," he mumbles. Mickey still felt small bubbles of anger in his chest from talking with Svetlana before he left and he'd tell anyone who would listen to him about how pissed he was He hated that he couldn't do anything he wanted to just because Svetlana was telling on him. To Mickey, it sounded like something a kid would do.

Ian nods slowly. "I'm a kindergarten teacher, not a therapist, but maybe you should actually talk to her about things and maybe she'd do the same. You'd be surprised at what Yev has told me about your family situation. I try to keep out of it but some times it's hard to," Ian tells him.

Mickey raises an eyebrow. "You're right, you are a kindergarten teacher. So why don't you go sit down and fucking finger paint instead of worrying about my marriage," he mutters.

Ian threw his hands up in defense. "I didn't mean to offend you. I'm just saying it how it is."

"Yeah well why don't you take your words and shove them up your ass cause I'm not in the mood," Mickey said and with that he was done with the conversation.

He walked over to Yev and sat down next to him. "Whatcha working on?" He whispers.

Yev looks up at him and smiles. "I'm making a big tree! But I need more green construction paper," he said, frowning as he glued the last piece on.

Mickey nods. "It's okay, why don't I go find some, okay?"

Yev nods, smiling. "Thank you daddy."

Mickey kisses the top of his head before getting up and walking out of the cafeteria.

"Hey, where are you going?" Ian asks, jogging after him.

"Can't I go somewhere without having you breath down my fucking neck?" He mumbles, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "I'm getting construction paper."

"I have some in my room. I can get you some." Ian offers and Mickey nods.

The two of them go to Ian's room and he unlocks the door for them before walking inside. "I didn't mean to offend you earlier about your wife," Ian says softly.

Mickey nods. "Yeah, I know. It's fine," he says, leaning back against Ian's desk. Ian goes over to a cabinet and bends down to get the paper out. Mickey couldn't help but stare at Ian's ass as he bent over. His work pants were pulled tight against them and Mickey smirked slightly.

"Uh-um," Ian mumbles awkwardly as he catches Mickey staring.

Mickey quickly looks up at him, face red. "Uh..." was all Mickey could manage.

Ian let out a small chuckle and set the green paper on the desk. "I'm gonna take a guess based on observation.... but from the way I've been catching you staring at me on several occasions,
I'm going to say you and your wife have a lot of marriage problems. And I'm going to guess that one of them is that you're not into chicks, are you?"

Mickey raises an eyebrow. He was caught. Oh god, he felt like he was going to throw up but he was going to do anything in his power to hide it. "So you think I'm a faggot?"

"I'm not... there's nothing wrong with being gay. I'm gay," Ian says, moving closer to Mickey.

Mickey looks at Ian's lips and licks his own. "You're gay?" He asks quietly.

Ian nods, gently pushing Mickey back against the wall. "Yeah. Are you?" He asks, knowing the answer.

Mickey nods slightly. "Don't fucking tell any-"
Before he could finish, his lips were met with Ian's, kissing him deeply. There had been several occasions where svet had kissed Mickey, but none of them felt this good.

Mickey stood there frozen for just a second before he gave into the kiss. He placed his hand behind Ian's neck and pulled him in deeper, slipping his tongue into Ian's mouth. Ian, strategically pushes Mickey back into the closed, and closes the door behind them.

"Take off your pants," Mickey mumbles and Ian complies. They both fumble with their zippers in the dimly lit closet. Mickey was the first one to get his pants down to his ankles, just abandoning them there as Ian finally got his down as well.

"Bend over," Ian says as he pulls his boxers down and strokes himself a few times. Mickey watches, licking his lips before nodding quickly and doing as Ian told him to. Ian pulls Mickey's boxers down and grins when he sees his ass. He grabs it with both hands and holds it roughly as he trails kisses up Mickey's spine that causes him to shiver.

"Skip all this gay, mushy shit. Just fuck me already. You got any lube?" Mickey mumbles, turning his head to the side so he could look back at Ian. Ian smirks a bit and nods.

"Right," he says as he quickly reaches into the pocket of his pants and pulls out his wallet, getting the small thing of lube out. Mickey snorts.

"Didn't think you'd actually have any?"

"Why not? Don't think I do this a lot?"

"No, cause most dudes don't bring lube to an elementary school."

Ian's face goes red. "Fuck off. I don't normally use it here until now."

He keeps one hand on Mickey's ass as he opens the pack of lube with his mouth and squirts some onto his fingers. He jerks himself a few more times, smearing the lube before slipping a finger into Mickey in order to semi-prepare him. Mickey lets out a small grunt. He hadn't been fucked in months, so he was a little out of practice.

"Shit you're tight. Need me to stretch you?" Ian asks.

"Fuck off. I'm pretty sure I can take your dick," Mickey mumbles back. Ian just shrugs slightly and pulls his finger out, slowly replacing it with his cock instead.

Mickey lets out a groan and grips onto a shelf that was in the closet. "Fuck," he breathes out as Ian starts to thrust.

"You okay?" Ian whispers, lips trailing over Mickey's neck. Mickey couldn't even get words out of his mouth. He just nodded slightly as a soft moan escaped his lips.

Ian wrapped his arm around Mickey's waist, pulling him back closer to him. "Shit," Mickey breathed out as Ian went deeper inside of him. He reaches down and grips onto Ian's wrist tightly as Ian pounds into him.

"C'mon, Gallagher, that all you got," Mickey teases.

Ian couldn't help the breathless chuckle that escaped his lips. Even while being fucked, Mickey was cocky. He pushed Mickey up against the wall so that his chest was pressed against it. "Damn, Gallagher. I'm gonna cum," Mickey mumbled, his eyes fluttering shut. Ian nods and reaches down with one hand to jerk Mickey off. It didn't take much more until Mickey was pulled over the edge, letting out a semi-loud moan as he did. And that was all Ian needed. He pressed his face into the crook of Mickey's neck as he came as well.

Mickey leans his forehead against the shelf, panting softly as Ian pulls out and tugs his pants back up. He looks at Mickey, grinning. "You good?"

Mickey doesn't reply, just pulls up his pants as well. "Yeah, fine. Just gotta go to the fucking bathroom now since you didn't pull out to blow your load."

Ian laughs. "You should have told me to!" He argues. Mickey rolls his eyes, trying to hide his grin.

"Whatever, man. Can you just bring the fucking paper back to Yev so I can go?" He asks but before he could reply a small voice came from outside of the closet.

"Daddy?" Yev said as he wandered into the classroom. "Mr. Gallagher?"

Mickey's eyes go wide and he looks at Ian. "Fuck. Shit fuck is that my son? That's my fucking son," he says as he quickly zips up his pants. "Don't fucking move. He can't find us in here."

Ian nods quickly in agreement. He tucks his shirt in quickly and scoots back away from Mickey, only to knock the markers off of the shelf.

Yev turns and looks at the closet. "Daddy?"

"Way to fucking go," Mickey whispers harshly. Ian throws his hands up.

"I didn't mean to!"

Mickey lets out a heavy sigh, knowing his only option is to open the door and act cool before Yev just opens it himself. "Don't act stupid," he mumbles before opening the door

Yev stares up at him, confused look on his face. "Dad? What were you doing in there with Mr. Gallagher?"

"Uh... we were looking for some of the green paper."

"But it's on his desk," he says, pointing to Ian's desk. Mickey's face goes red and Ian realizes it's his turn to step in.

"Well I thought we should make a flag for the boat and I thought green would be a cool color for it so we had to find more of it," he says, smiling softly.

Yev nods before looking back at Mickey, giggling after a second. "I can see your undies! I see London! I see France! I see daddy's underpants!"

Mickey quickly looks down to where Yev was pointing. He mentally kicks himself as he notices his boxers were stuck in his zipper. Perks to getting dressed in a dimly lit closet after having sex with your son's kindergarten teacher. Mickey tried to pull the zipper down, but it had the boxers wedged into them. The next few seconds consisted of Yev practically in tears from laughing, Mickey angrily yanking on his zipper and Ian, who was just leaning against his desk, wishing he'd just disappear.

After the longest thirty seconds of his life, Mickey was able to pull his zipper back up. "Um, okay, it's time to go Yev," he says quickly and Yev nods.

"Okay, can I come back after school tomorrow to finish my tree?"

Mickey nods. "Yeah, whatever," he says as he takes Yev's hand and leads him out of the room, not even glancing back at Ian as he does so.

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