When Mickey was a kid, he figured he'd be an astronaut or president by now. But instead, he was in the living room of his childhood home, tugging on the snow pants for his child.

"Come home before dark," svetlana tells them, but Mickey ignores her. He had said they were going to the park to sled down the hill but instead he was going to go to Ian's with Yev.

"Yeah, okay," he mumbles as he tugs on his own coat and wraps a scarf around his neck before walking out. It had been snowing all through the night. There was now a foot of snow and more on the way. Mickey held Yev's gloved hand as they walked down the street. "How about instead of the park, we go to Mr. Gallagher's instead?"

Yev shrugs. "I guess so. Can we still play in the snow though?" He asks.

Mickey nods. "Yeah, sure thing," he says as they turn down Ian's street. Yev nods, satisfied and holds onto his dad's hand, struggling to walk in the snow. "Walk on the sidewalk, Yev. You can barely stand up in the snow," Mickey says. Yev laughs.

"But if I stand in the snow, then I'm tall like you," he says, grinning. Mickey couldn't help but smile. He picks Yev up and sets him on his shoulders.

"There, now you're extra tall," he says. Yev grins and stays that way until they reach Ian's house. Mickey knocks on the door and waits. A young girl with red hair opens the door and stares up at him.

"Uh, is Ian home?" Mickey asks.

"Ian! Some guy is at the door for you!" She calls before disappearing back into the house. Mickey took that as an invitation to walk in.

"Hey," Ian says, walking over to them.

"Hey, hope you don't mind that I brought Yev," Mickey says, taking off his scarf and coat.

Ian shakes his head. "Not at all. My family's all home right now and we've got beer. But Liam, my little brother is upstairs if you want to go play with him," he says to Yev.  Yev smiles and nods. "His room is up stairs and all the way at the end. Yevgeny hugs Mickey before running up the stairs to Liam's room.

"So, uh, your family's home?" He asks, rubbing the back of his neck. "I can  leave if you want." Mickey felt incredibly awkward in this situation. To Mickey, Ian was just Yev's teacher and a guy he was hoping to occasionally hook up with. Nothing more. And meeting his family just felt too personal for Mickey.

"No, stay. We're having a little Gallagher party. Free beer, music, maybe even a blowjob if you stay long enough," he says, smirking.

Mickey rolls his eyes. "I'm staying for the beer, not for your horny ass," he mumbles. "Where's the beer at anyways?"

"Kitchen. I'll go get you one," Ian says and goes to the kitchen.

"Are you Mickey?" Someone asks and Mickey turns around, facing a woman a little older than him with brown hair.

"Uh, yeah, and you are?"

"I'm Fiona, Ian's sister," she says. "He's talked about you before."

"Oh? Hope it was all good," he jokes, smiling a bit. He rubbed the back of his neck and leaned against the wall.

"You've met Fi?" Ian says. He smiles and hands Mickey his beer.

Mickey nods, sipping it. "Uh, yeah. Told me you've been talking about me?" He says, raising an eyebrow. Just from that one hook up, Mickey was at risk of his secret getting out. As soon as Ian told his family, if he hadn't already, then they'd sure as hell tell others and soon enough Terry would find out too.

Ian nods. "Yeah, just about how yevgeny is going so well in my class. His reading level is above the other kids."

The small talk went on for what felt like forever and Mickey hated every second of it. He was never one for small talk, especially not with the family of the guy he hooked up with. So in order to fight his way through it all, Mickey drank beer after beer until he felt a good buzz going on. From what he had saw, Ian had only drank one beer but somehow he seemed more wasted than Mickey was.

"Hey," Ian whispers. He was leaning heavily on Mickey, his arm around his shoulders in order to hold himself up.

Mickey snorts. "Dude you're fucking wasted," he says, his own words a bit slurred. Hell, the only people not wasted were the kids. Everyone else was at least buzzed.

"So are you!" He says, laughing. Ian's face was flushed and he had discarded his flannel so that he just had a tank top left on.

"So? You're worse than me," he says then rests his hand against Ian's forehead. "Shit, man. You're burning up," he says.

"You know what we should do? We should go outside cause it's like super cold out there and there's snow everywhere," he says.

Mickey nods. "Grab your jacket then." He carefully pulls away from Ian and pulls on his own jacket and scarf. Him and Ian walk out the front door and outside. It was dark by now and if Mickey was sober enough, he'd be worrying about what Svetlana would say when he got home. But the only thing Mickey was worrying about right now was helping Ian cool off.

"Wow, it's snowing still," Ian says. He grins widely and walks off of the porch and into the snow. He tilts his head back and stares up at the snow like a little kid. "Come over here."

"Nah, I'm fine up here," Mickey says, leaning back against the railing. A small smile spread across his lips as he watched Ian. That was when he felt his phone vibrate. He pulled it out and looked down, but before he could read the text, an incoming snowball hit him in the head. "What the fuck!?" He yells, stuffing his phone into his pocket. He looks up at Ian and flips him off.

Ian laughs, hard enough that he holds his stomach and throws his head back. Mickey takes the opportunity to scoop snow off of the railing, form a ball with it and hurls it at Ian, hitting him in the chest. Mickey laughs and Ian playfully glares at him.

"This is war!" Ian yells as he makes another snowball and throws it at Mickey. The two of them hurl snow balls at each other until their finger tips are numb. After Ian throws one that hits Mickey in the face, Mickey charges off of the porch and tackles Ian into the snow, laughing as they both fall. "You're crushing me," Ian jokes.

Mickey grins and straddles Ian's hips, holding him down on the snow. "This is what your dumbass gets for starting this whole thing."

Ian grins and shrugs. "Well I'm not really complaining," he says. He reaches up and grabs Mickey's scarf. He pulls Mickey down, close enough that their lips are just barely touching. Mickey's eyes slip shut and he was just about to lean down all the way when snow was smashed against his face. Ian takes the moment of shock in order to take control and flip them over, this time him being on top.

"I'm gonna fucking kill you," Mickey mumbled. He tried to glare and keep a straight face but it didn't last long as his lips tugged up into a small smile. "You're lucky."

"Oh yeah? Why's that?" He asks, smirking.

"Cause I could easily kick your ass but my kid really likes you so I won't."

"You mean, you really like me?" Ian asks, raising an eyebrow.

Mickey makes a face. "Fuck off and get the hell off of me before I knee you in the dick, fire crotch."

Ian chuckles softly as he climbs off of Mickey and helps him up. "It's late and you're drunk. Why don't you just sleep on the couch or something?"

Mickey shrugs. "What about Yev?"

"We've got room for both of you," Ian says as they walk inside. Yevgeny was already asleep on the couch, curled up under a blanket. Ian grabs Mickey by his coat and tugs him up the stairs to his room. "You can sleep on the floor," he whispers since Liam was already knocked out on his bed and Carl in his. Lip's bed was empty though.

Mickey nods and shrugs off his coat and scarf and Ian does the same. "C'mon the bed first," Ian whispers, grinning a bit.

"Why?" Mickey asks, raising an eyebrow as he kicks off his shoes.

"You're drunk, I'm obviously wasted, so normally by this point in the movies the two drunk guys would normally be having sex. Except it's never two guys. Normally a girl and a guy," he rambles drunkenly.

Mickey snorts as he climbs up onto the bed. "I've got a good idea. In order to shut your loud mouth up, how about you do something else with it other than talk?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.

Ian grins and already starts to tug down his pants. "Fine. But you owe me one next time." He mumbles. He tugs Mickey's boxers down and kisses just above his cock. "Be quiet though if you don't want anyone to wake up," Ian mumbles before taking Mickey's tip into his mouth.

Mickey closes his eyes and tilts his head back. Ian picks up the pace and goes for a few minutes, that being all it took for Mickey. As Ian finished, he pulled off of Mickey and licked his lips. Ian climbs up his body until they were face to face and leans down to kiss Mickey deeply. Mickey places a hand on the back of his head and deepens the kiss.

"Now get the fuck off my bed so I can sleep," Ian mumbles as he sits back up.

"Damn, that's really how you wanna treat the guy you just blew?" Mickey teases.

"It is when I'm drunk and tired." Mickey rolls his eyes and tugs his boxers back up along with his jeans before climbing off of the bed. Ian tosses down a blanket and pillow for him and Mickey gets comfortable.

"Good night, fuckhead," Mickey mumbles.

"Night, asswhipe," Ian says back.

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