Hey everyone, I'm new to Shameless. I binged watched the entire season twice in one month. I regret nothing. But I can't deal with this hiatus so I bring you my first Shameless fan fiction. Without further ado, here it is.

This takes place over every season. It's told from both Ian and Mickey's point of views. Enjoy.

A Tale of Two Boys

Part One: Ian

I fucked Mickey Milkovich. I still can't wrap my mind around it. Who would have thought a tough, street-wise thug like Mickey would be gay? Not me. Not in a hundred million years. But we wrestled over the gun he stole from Kash 'n' Grab and the next thing I know I'm putting my dick in his ass.

Now I'm smiling stupidly and I can't stop. It was really, really, fucking good sex. It was fun. I kind of want to do it again. It blew my mind. I have never experienced that before, not even with Kash; especially not with Kash.

"What's that secret smile for?" asked Fiona as she ran her fingers through my hair and pinched and kissed my cheek. She leaned on me from over my shoulder as I was seated doing my homework. I had read the same sentence six times.

"Nothing," I said.

Fiona's not stupid. She knows I'm lying. Usually she lets me, because she knows I usually tell her when I'm ready. But today is different. I know she's not going to drop it. If I didn't have butterflies in my stomach maybe I could stop smiling and I won't have to lie to my sister and everyone. I hate lying to my family.

"You know you could tell me anything?" She whispers in my ear giving me a double peck on the cheek. I smile at her. She grins at me and looks at me with puppy eyes.

"It's nothing, Fiona."

"Okay," she rubs my shoulders, "Steve is looking for you, something about tickets to a Bears game. I thought he already got you tickets."

"He did, but I needed some more. I don't really need them now, though."

Truth was I wanted to take Kash to the game. We usually go to those things together and end up fucking in the car the whole time. Kash and I aren't fucking anymore. His wife wants him to get her knocked up. He can't touch me until she is. But I don't mind so much.

I make a break for the stairs when Karen Jackson walks in with Lip. I would rather be anywhere than near her. I guess I can't really judge Lip on his choice in hood girls, because I did fuck Mickey Milkovich who some people like Veronica would say is, "the dirtiest white boy in America" but I don't really see it. I mean, sure he's disheveled, but who isn't around here?

My stomach turns itself inside out when I think about him. I land face first on my bed and pull the sheets up to my face and hide my smile. I sigh deeply and hug my pillow to my chest. I nearly squeal at a level equal of a fourteen-year-old girl and thrash about my bed, but before I do the door swings open. I quickly grab a magazine off Carl's stack of porn and pretend to read it when Karen walks in.

"Your room is disgusting. Hi, shithead," she said taking the porn magazine and climbing up on to Lip's bunk.

"Hey, man," said Lip slapping me playfully on the back and ruffling my hair before climbing up on his bunk to do only God knows what with Karen. I fight back the urge to retch thinking about it. "Oh, by the way, Steve is looking for you."

Thank God.

I use that as a well timed excuse to leave. Steve is nearly naked in Fiona's room. It brings to mind the time I saw my neighbor Kev naked. Good times. Steve is skinny. His ass is smaller than Fiona's and he doesn't have much muscle. He has a cute face, but not much else to ogle over.

"You were looking for me?" I asked.

"Yes. I have your tickets," He thrusts them in my hand as he slips on his jeans, or Fiona's jeans. I think he's living here now. He never goes home. I'm not even sure he has one. "Who are you going to take?"

I don't answer, but I smile stupidly. I want to ask Mickey but he will most likely say no and slam the door in my face.

"Why are you smiling?"

"I'm not."

"This family is really fucking weird."

"Actually, Steve, around here you're the one who's weird," said Debbie passing by.

"Thanks, Debs," I holler.

My little sister has a point. Steve is so normal it's frightening. I mean, if you call stealing cars for a living normal. But Fiona seems to be hung up on him. At least they have quiet sex. That's always nice.

"Are you taking them or not, man?" Steve asked.

"Oh, yeah, thanks."

I leave on cue.

I find myself at Mickey's house, standing the porch. A smile is glued on my face. I know he's in there. The butterflies in my stomach are lively today. I hold my breath as I knock on the door. Mickey answers and scans me from head to toe.

"What the fuck you want?" Mickey asked.

"Can we talk?"

"The fuck is it?" asked a man from inside the house. It must be Terry, Mickey's father. He's scary and large.

"Gallagher," Mickey called back.

"Fuck off, Frank," said Terry.

"It's not Frank."

"Tell them to fuck off anyway," shouted Terry.

Mickey stepped out on the porch and shut the door behind him. He lit a cigarette.

"You still haven't told me what you fucking want, Gallagher."

"I have two tickets to the Bears game this weekend and I wondered if you would go with me," I said quickly, not sure if I got all the words out.

"Fuck off," said Mickey. "There ain't no fucking way I'm doing that shit. No fucking way."

"We could fuck in the bathroom and the parking lot," I said as an incentive.

"What part of fuck off didn't you understand?"

I got the message loud and clear when he slammed the door in my face and went back inside. I stood on his porch for a second longer than I probably should have before walking away. I passed Frank on the street. He stunk of shit and beer.

"Ian," he said casually.

"Frank," I said.

"Got any money?"

"Not for you," I said and kept walking.

"Ungrateful brat," He muttered and kept walking.

So that's chapter one. I hope it didn't suck too bad. Thank you for reading. It was fun. I hope to bring you more.