For Your Life
“Fuck, Black.” Mickey chuckled and rolled over in Harry’s bed to grab his jeans. Harry leaned back against the headboard with one arm bent behind his head and nodded when Mickey held up a pack of cigarettes.
Harry didn’t actually plan on having Mickey stay when Lupin left, it just sort of happened… And then when Harry’s alarm went off that morning for school, Harry thought he hit snooze but he actually shut it off.
It wound up working out okay. Mickey didn’t have anything to do and they just hung out at Harry’s empty house. Lupin bought plenty of groceries before he left, so they got up around noon and had sex… then they made sandwiches with the cold cuts in the fridge… then they took a shower and Harry fumbled his way through trying to give oral… then they shared a bowl and took a nap… woke up, had sex, and suddenly it was seven pm and Harry didn’t think he’d ever had such a lazy and brilliant day before.
“You going to school tomorrow?” Mickey asked. He lit Harry a cigarette and passed it over before lighting himself one. Mickey sat back against the headboard, mimicking Harry’s position, and blew his smoke across the room.
“I should, yeah,” Harry said. “Why?” he grinned over at Mickey. “Are you going to miss me?”
“Fat chance,” Mickey snorted. “If you’re at school then I can go home and not be bothered by your annoying ass.”
Harry grinned, relatively certain that Mickey was joking. Mickey seemed to communicate mostly through insults so Harry had learned to let them bounce right off him.
“It’s fine,” Harry sighed dramatically. “I’m sure Mandy missed me.”
Mickey glared at Harry from the corner of his eye.
“You sure you and Mandy ain’t fuckin’?”
“I think I’d remember that, yeah.”
“Smartass,” Mickey scoffed. “You’re always fuckin’ touchin’ each other.”
Harry blinked at Mickey in confusion while he took a drag off his cigarette.
“So?” Harry asked. That wasn’t odd, not to Harry. He’d been just as close to Hermione and Ron as he was Mandy. Harry and his friends had been frequently seen asleep on a couch or floor in the Gryffindor common room with their legs tangled up and their heads laying on each other.
Fred called Harry ‘a cuddler’, Hermione called him ‘touch starved’.
Nobody ever really cared whose lap Harry laid on to read or nap before.
“So it’s fuckin’ annoying,” Mickey said. “Every time I’m with you two you’re hangin’ off each other.”
Harry thought maybe he recognized Mickey’s tone. It was very nearly the same tone Ron had when he accused Hermione of ‘conspiring with the enemy’ when she went to the Yule Ball with Viktor Krum.
“Are you… jealous?” Harry asked slowly. He yelped and then laughed when Mickey immediately socked him in the shoulder. “Oi! Don’t hit me! I’m sore!”
“Don’t call me jealous,” Mickey said. “I’m not some slutty side-bitch. I’m just sayin’ that it’s hard not to think you’re fuckin’ Mandy the way you two carry on.”
“Mandy’s like my best friend,” Harry said. He sent a pointed look down Mickey’s bare chest and back up to his face. “She’s never been naked in my bed, if that helps.”
“Let’s go be naked in your kitchen. I’m fuckin’ starving.”
Harry had a rather good view of Mickey’s backside when he climbed out of Harry’s bed.
“You’ve got a great arse,” Harry said.
Mickey sent Harry a smug look over his shoulder before abruptly grabbing Harry by the ankles and pulling him from his bed while Harry laughed and took the blanket and sheets with him.
Harry had his bare arse sitting on the kitchen counter while he worked his way through a bowl of macaroni that Mickey made.
“You’re a shit cook,” Harry grinned. Mickey sat on the opposite counter, looking entirely at ease in his nudity.
“Sorry Daddy taught me to cook dope not fuckin’ noodles.”
“It’s fine,” Harry said with a shrug. “Future reference though, the noodles aren’t supposed to be al dente.”
“I’ll al dente your fuckin’ face in,” Mickey muttered while he took an especially vicious bite of the nearly crunchy noodles.
Harry had been about to twist Mickey’s threat into a lewd suggestion, but a light rap of knuckles on the back door had them both instantly on their feet, undercooked macaroon forgotten.
“Er… hold on!” Harry yelled. “Go upstairs,” he hissed quietly at Mickey. Harry rushed over to the dryer and thanked his luck that Lupin must have done his laundry for him - a kind thing for him to do - because Harry had clothes in the dryer he could hastily pull on. Mickey was up the stairs before Harry could even pull a shirt and pair of briefs on.
Harry didn’t bother with jeans, it wasn’t as if the entire bloody neighborhood didn’t see him in just his brief before.
“Oh, hey.” Harry grinned and relaxed when he opened the backdoor and saw that it was just Lip. Lip rolled his eyes as soon as he saw Harry though, apparently not in as good of a mood as Harry was.
Lip probably hadn’t been having sex all day. It was impressive how quickly Harry could rebound when he had more than his own hand to entice his body with.
“Answer your phone much, dude?” Lip asked as he sidestepped Harry to enter the kitchen. Lip only had on a white tank top with his jeans and it was a bit chilly out so Harry assumed he came directly from his house. “Where the fuck were you today?”
Harry actually didn’t answer his phone much. It was probably a side effect of not owning a phone for fifteen years that meant he forgot he had one more than he remembered.
“I overslept so I skipped,” Harry admitted. He leaned casually in the doorway for the staircase and waited to see what Lip wanted.
Harry liked Lip, but Harry also found that he liked sex, and if he had to choose one…
“So what’s up?” Harry asked. “Is Frank back yet?”
“Nah, not until tomorrow at the earliest,” Lip said.
Steve, Kevin, and Veronica had taken an RV (sort of a house on wheels that was kind of brilliant and Harry wanted one) to drive up to Canada and sneak Frank back home with. Nobody knew how Sirius and Frank wound up in Canada, but Harry assumed they just got drunk and accidentally wound up there.
It sounded reasonable enough.
“You got company?” Lip asked suddenly.
“Er… no,” Harry lied easily. He watched Lip turn his head and look from Harry’s abandoned bowl on one side of the kitchen to Mickey’s bowl on the other side.
“You’re a shit liar,” Lip said with a grin. He crossed his arms over his chest and stretched his neck out to look past Harry to the staircase. “Who is it?”
“Mandy,” Harry blurted, using the first name he could think of.
“Mm, no, that’s a lie.” Lip’s smile grew. “Fuck, you’re really bad at lying.”
“It’s none of your business,” Harry said. He grinned just as wide, “And that’s the truth.”
“Oh, so it’s your mystery fuck buddy?” Lip asked. “You skipped school to fuck him all day?”
“Lovely to see you, it’s getting late though…” Harry reached over to grab the door knob and pull the door open. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
Lip clapped Harry on the shoulder as he got the point and made his way right back out the door.
“Good for you then, see ya.”
Harry waited to make sure Lip actually left before he flipped the deadbolt on the door and let out a sigh of relief.
And then Harry raced up the stairs to see if Mickey wanted another go.
*****
“What are you doing?”
“Smoking.”
“Go smoke in your room! This is my roof clubhouse!”
Lip turned and saw Debbie had a full on lower lip pout happening. Lip would love to go lay in his bed and just chill, but solving the mystery of who Harry was fucking kept him awake.
Harry didn’t know anyone in the neighborhood aside from the Gallaghers and Milkovichs. Ian was in bed, Steve was in fucking Canada, Mandy didn’t have a dick…
It was driving Lip fucking crazy.
“I’ll be inside in a bit, Debs,” Lip assured his sister. “I’ll leave your clubhouse just like I found it, okay?”
Debbie glared and whined, but the ledge outside her window was only one with a view of Harry’s back door. It also showed just enough of Harry’s bedroom windows that Lip could tell the lights were on.
If Harry’s fuck buddy didn’t leave in the next hour, Lip would call it a night and try and get a glimpse the next morning before school.
Lip tried to think of a single bent dude in the neighborhood outside of Harry and Ian. Tony had checked Lip’s ass out once, but he was stuck on Fiona and Lip doubted if he’d be fucking a teenager. There was Mark Loom, but he didn’t earn his nickname of ‘rocket cock’ by banging dudes. Adam Johnson was a contender… he’d always been more interested in science than sex, but maybe it was because he was queer?
A few minutes after Lip’s hour ended, the lights went out in Harry’s room and Lip assumed the fuck buddy was staying the night.
“Where you been?” Ian asked when Lip climbed up in his bed later.
“Around,” Lip said nonchalantly. Lip took in his brother’s dejected appearance subtly. “What’s up your ass?”
Ian had his arms crossed over his chest while he just glared up at his ceiling.
“I’m fucking sick of this damned neighborhood, this fucking house, and just… everything,” Ian said bitterly. “I don’t have a job anymore, I don’t have a single friend, I don’t have… I don’t have shit here for me.”
Lip felt a twinge of pity for his brother. Even if Kash was a piece of shit, he did trick Ian into thinking they were friends. Lip was thrilled that he was on the run - the only better option would be dead - but Lip wasn’t so cold that he couldn’t recognize that Ian was going through some shit.
“I’ve got a job after school tomorrow. Why don’t you come with?” Lip offered. “Harry, Mandy, and Karen will probably all come.”
Ian didn’t uncross his arms, but he did look over at Lip and gain a little spark of hope in his blue eyes.
“Yeah?” he said. “They won’t mind if I come?”
“Nah, and fuck ‘em if they do,” Lip said, meaning that. Ian was Lip’s brother- he was first to back Lip in a fight or lie to a cop’s face for him. Blood didn’t mean shit, Frank and Monica were proof of that, but fifteen years of sharing a bedroom and a life did.
“Thanks, Lip.”
Lip grinned while he set his alarm for an hour earlier than usual.
“Don’t thank me yet, stripping copper wiring is a bitch.”
Instead of risking waking Debbie up early, Lip silently slipped out the backdoor before the fucking sun was even up.
Lip didn’t plan on telling Harry if he figured out who his fuck buddy was, it was just something different to be curious about. It was something aside from wondering if they had enough cash for the electric bill and diapers, food and toilet paper.
It wasn’t like there was jack else to be curious about. Money, a future, and Harry’s mystery fuck buddy were the only things on Lip’s mind.
Lip stayed out of sight in his yard and just crouched down by the empty pool while he waited. If Harry didn’t oversleep, he’d have to be kicking his buddy out soon.
When the backdoor on Harry’s porch opened, Lip even put his cigarette out to stay unnoticed. Lip held his breath and—
No. Fucking. Way.
Mickey fucking Milkovich snuck out and flipped his jacket hood up before he skulked off in the opposite direction of Lip’s hiding place.
Lip could feel his jaw hanging slack, but fuck if he knew how to close it.
Harry and Mickey were fucking.
Mickey ‘Fag Bashing Fridays’ Milkovich.
Mandy’s brother, Mickey.
If Lip thought Mandy was a shit choice for Harry to date, her brother wasn’t much of a better one.
Mandy in the streets, Mickey in the sheets.
Lip let out a burst of laughter at his own fucked up thought. Jesus. Harry had both Milkovich’s wrapped around his fucking pinky finger.
Harry was dating a chick to cover the fact he was banging her brother.
Lip considered it and once it stopped being so funny, it started being fucking horrifying. The Milkovich’s would chew Harry up and spit him out in tiny pieces when they were done with him…
So with the mystery solved in the most unexpected fucking way, Lip tried to decide what he was going to do about it.
“Hey, Ian!” Lip caught Ian by the shirt collar just before he walked out of their house to head toward school.
“What’s up?” Ian asked as soon as he recognized Lip’s ‘I need something from you’ face.
“You know what you need?” Lip slid his arm around Ian’s shoulders and smiled. “A boyfriend.”
Ian tried to pull away, but Lip wouldn’t let him.
“Why the fuck do I need a boyfriend?” Ian hissed. He looked around to see if anyone was around them to overhear, which was stupid.
Everyone knew Ian was gay before they knew he was fucking Kash. Nobody brought it up because they didn’t give a fuck.
“It’s like you said last night, it’d be like having a friend and something - someone - to do all the time,” Lip said encouragingly. “It can’t hurt, right?”
“Yeah, sure, Lip, I’ll just ask any of the many closeted queers in our town ‘hi, would you like to be my boyfriend?’” Ian scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Be serious.”
“I’m perfectly serious,” Lip said. “And here’s what I’m thinking: Harry.”
It took Ian a second to get Lip’s gist and he nearly fell over on his dumb ass when he did.
“Oh, yeah, that’ll go great!” Ian laughed. “I mean, I accused his uncle of raping him on Thursday, but I’m sure he just thought it was foreplay.”
Lip waited for his brother to get over his girly giggling fit before he tried to pave the way for him.
“Look, Harry’s chill, just compliment his eyes or something today and see what happens,” Lip pushed. “Take him to get burgers or a drink at the Alibi.”
Lip shrugged like it didn’t matter to him before he basically twisted Ian by the balls to comply.
“Unless you’re just a pussy with no game. You can just say it.”
Ian’s eyes flashed with irritation and Lip patted himself on the back for a job well done.
Even if Lip wasn’t sure that he wanted Ian and Harry to be rubbing their dicks together, it would keep Mickey’s dick away from Harry.