Ozone Baby
Ian didn’t know what the fuck he was thinking.
Mickey Milkovich? Really? That had been the hole Ian wanted to bury his dick in?
Mickey was loud, annoying, aggressive. He carried a gun around like it made him Billy Badass and his family was responsible for half the overdoses in their neighborhood in the last five years.
Everyone who called the Gallaghers White Trash should take a hard look at Mickey. The dude actually had ‘fuck you’ tattooed across his knuckles in some shitty ‘pack of cigarettes for a tattoo’ markup.
Ian looked over at Mickey and curled his lip up at the smug way Mickey was counting the cash his cousin handed him. Mickey was an imbecile destined for a life-term in the state pen.
God damn did Mickey know how to fuck though.
They had been interrupted at the party at Harry’s place, but they had two more rounds as soon as they left. One in the alley behind Mickey’s place, one in Mickey’s bed that Ian was shoved out of immediately after.
Ian showed up as soon as he could slip away to try and go again. He’d thought Mickey might be free, but the fucking idiot was plotting out Lip’s murder. Ian waited until Mickey’s cousin left before bringing it up again.
“If you touch one hair on Lip’s head I’m going to tell the whole fucking state that you like dick up your ass,” Ian hissed at him.
Mickey scoffed. “Then I’ll kill you too,” he said as he finished counting the bills. Mickey looked at Ian and smirked. “Two for one deal on Gallaghers.”
“Mandy saw us too!” Ian protested.
“And Mandy knows I’ll knock her fuckin’ teeth down her throat if she says shit,” Mickey said immediately. He fixed Ian with a glare that didn’t scare Ian in the slightest. “Look, you got other brothers. I ain’t gonna let Lip run his fuckin’ mouth about what he thinks he saw the other night. Lip Gallagher is a dead man.”
“You know Mandy probably told Harry,” Ian said. He mentally apologized to Harry for adding him to Mickey’s hit list, but maybe if there were enough people who knew then Mickey wouldn’t try and take Lip out.
Mickey only snorted though. He grabbed a handful of loose bullets from the mess on the table and started loading them in a clip.
“I ain’t worried about what Black knows, he’s not the one that’ll shoot his mouth off.”
Ian watched incredulously as Mickey slapped the clip in his Glock and pulled back the lever to load it. Harry was the one who immediately started screaming about Ian and Kash, so why…?
“Harry’s fucking some dude, and Mandy… who are you fucking?”
“Myself, mostly.”
“You were fucking Harry?!” Ian demanded as it clicked in his head. That’s the only way Mickey wouldn’t care that Harry probably knew they screwed.
“AND THEN YOU LET ME FUCK YOU IN HIS BED?!” Ian yelled, his voice hitting a note of panic that it never had before.
Mickey gave Ian a death glare and slapped his hand over his mouth and Ian was quick to jerk away.
“Would you shut the fuck up?” Mickey hissed. “Jesus, Gallagher. You want the fuckin’ neighbors to hear this shit?”
“You’re a piece of shit, Mickey.” Ian shoved away from the table and snatched the gun right out of Mickey’s hand. He unloaded it, put the safety on, and tucked it in his jeans while he glared at Mickey and dared him to try and take it back.
“You touch my fucking brother and I’ll kill you,” Ian said. “Fucking douche.”
Ian turned his back and stormed from the house. He actually thought he might get sick. Fucking Mickey was great, but Mickey purposefully fucking Ian in Harry’s bed as some sort of sick revenge cheating sex? That was just wrong.
It made Ian feel used and sick.
Ian only managed to get a few blocks away from the Milkovich house before he realized he was walking toward Kash’s store.
The store Ian wasn’t allowed in anymore.
The store that Ian lost his fucking virginity in to a bastard who wouldn’t even answer his texts.
“FUCK YOU!” Ian screamed at the front of the store. Ian reached down and grabbed the biggest rock he could find and pulled his arm back and flung it at the door.
“FUCK YOU, KASH!”
Ian kept grabbing stones and throwing them until one finally cracked the window and Ian hit the pavement with his knees.
“Fuck you, Kash,” Ian moaned. He curled his head down between his knees and kept his heaving and shaking breaths hidden in his ball.
Kash fucked Ian and said he loved him. If he loved him, then why did he leave him?
Why did everyone that said they loved him leave?
What was so God damned bad about Ian that his mother didn’t stick around, his father didn’t, and the guy who swore he loved him didn’t?
What the fuck was wrong with Mickey that he went from fucking Harry to fucking Ian in Harry’s bed?
… and what the fuck was wrong with Ian that it had been the most he felt connected to someone since Kash left him?
*****
Harry stomped right past Mickey sitting on the porch, ignoring his greeting, to try and find Mandy. Harry looked in her room and then resigned himself to having to speak to Mickey to find her when she wasn’t in the bedroom.
“Where’s Mandy at?” Harry asked Mickey coolly when he stepped back on the porch. Harry didn’t care that Mickey shagged Ian, Harry cared that they did it in Harry’s bed.
Harry was fairly certain that Mickey did it on purpose because he was mad at Harry - it was something Harry would do - and it was disgusting and disrespectful and Mickey had no right.
“What’s up your ass?” Mickey asked. He closed one eye and watched Harry through the other one as he took a drink from the clear bottle of booze in his hand.
“You shagged Ian in my bloody bed,” Harry said heatedly. He crossed his arms over his chest and scowled. “Do you know where Mandy is or not?”
“Mandy’s probably out fuckin’ someone who ain’t a queer,” Mickey said. “And who cares? You fucked my sister in your bed.”
“In my bed,” Harry stressed. “And you know what?” Harry took a step toward where Mickey was seated on the ledge of the porch. “You’re a bloody queer.” Harry shoved Mickey, hard, knocking him off the ledge.
Harry stepped up to glare down at where Mickey seemed shocked on the ground.
“I’m bloody bisexual, you like cock up your arse,” Harry reminded him. “And if you ever try and shag someone in my bed again then I’m going to knock your teeth out.”
Harry felt good about himself when he turned around and walked away, intent on going to find Mandy. Mickey yelled at Harry’s back that he was the one who taught Harry to use the brass knuckles Harry carried.
It was true, but Harry would still use it to hit Mickey in the teeth if he did something so disgusting again.
Harry actually had no idea where to find Mandy after checking her house. Mandy was always either at school, at home, or with Harry… Harry never even saw her hanging around anyone else when they were at school.
Harry decided to just start walking back toward his house and hope he found Mandy along the way. He got lucky, for the first time that day, because Mandy looked like she’d just left Harry’s house and was walking directly toward him.
“Hey, fuck head!” Mandy waltzed up to Harry and when he grinned, she smacked him upside the head.
Harry scowled and rubbed the side of his head. “What the hell was that for?” he demanded.
Mandy crossed her arms and glared at Harry.
“Did you fuck me because my brother hurt your feelings?”
“Er…” Harry got the sudden feeling that saying ‘I don’t remember’ wouldn’t go over so well. “No?”
When Mandy reached out to smack him again, Harry ducked.
“You’re an ass, Harry Black!” she said. “If you want to screw me, at least be thinking of me when you do it!”
Harry gaped after Mandy when she just stomped away in a huff. Mandy knew Harry and Mickey had been shagging. What was the sudden problem?
Harry was still shaking his head - girls were mental - when he entered his house. Remus was stretched across a recliner that definitely hadn’t been there when Harry left that morning. It was a cozy looking chair, soft and not as stiff and sleek looking as the rest of the furniture.
“Your girlfriend stopped by,” Remus said without looking up from the book he was reading. “Or beard, whatever you call her.”
“I call her Mandy,” Harry sighed. He threw himself on the sofa and stared up at the ceiling. “Where’s Sirius?” he asked curiously.
“We had a disagreement and he went to cool off,” Remus said absently, still reading. “Why is Mandy unhappy with you?”
“Who said she’s unhappy with me?” Harry asked Remus shrewdly. Surely Mandy didn’t tell Remus that Harry shagged her…
Remus scoffed and looked up long enough to give Harry an amused look.
“I saw your mother when she was around your father often enough,” Remus said in a way that Harry thought was just teasing. He raised an eyebrow at Harry and then looked back at his book. “You don’t have to tell me, but I may have some sort of advice.”
Harry held his breath while he considered his options. Remus or Dudley? Remus probably had more experience with sex, but it would be less awkward to tell Dudley…
“Mandy thinks I shagged her as revenge sex because her brother hurt my feelings,” Harry said in a rush. He went on when Remus didn’t make any sort of irritated expression.
“I was, er… drunk, mostly, but I don’t think I was thinking about Mickey when I shagged Mandy,” Harry explained. “I definitely remember being impressed by her.”
If Harry closed his eyes, he could remember Mandy naked and on top of him and just… brilliant. He couldn’t say for sure if it was better than shagging Mickey, not until he tried it sober, but it had definitely been good.
Remus snorted then and finally closed his book after putting a bookmark in the page. He wasn’t laughing but there was a twitch to his lips that made Harry laugh.
It all sounded so utterly absurd. Harry had no idea how he kept getting himself in the most insane situations, though he suspected that the constant booze, weed, and sex talk from his new friends had quite a bit to do with it.
“Do you like Mandy?” Remus asked. “More than a friend?”
Harry considered that… he did like Mandy. He liked that they were kind of best mates and spent all their time together. Harry liked that Mandy had a great arse, soft lips, and he was certain he liked shagging her.
And Harry had never once thought Hermione had a great arse. Harry couldn’t even think of what Hermione’s arse looked like.
“Maybe,” Harry said thoughtfully. With Mickey, it had just been sex. Which had been brilliant, but Harry liked all the things outside of sex he did with Mandy. It wasn’t… it wasn’t like it had been with Fred, butterflies and a crush from the start, but it was more like if Harry had accidentally started dating Ron.
Actually… it was nothing like that.
Maybe Harry didn’t have anything at all to compare it to, but he did like Mandy and didn’t like her being mad at him.
Remus grinned at Harry while he watched the various expressions Harry made while he thought about it.
“If you like her as more than a friend, tell her,” Remus said. “If you only want to be friends who have sex, be honest about that too. But don’t be surprised if she hits you, girls do that sometimes.”
Harry squinted suspiciously at Remus then.
“Remus, do you have many friends who you have sex with?” Harry asked curiously.
Remus smirked some. “You met Nymphadora Tonks last summer, right?”
Harry thought of the pink haired auror who arrived in Surrey to take Harry to Grimmauld Place after the dementor attack and nodded.
“We have sex when we’re in the same vicinity,” Remus said casually. He stretched his arms over his head and smiled at Harry’s look of surprise. “If you ever have a chance, Harry, you should always try and have at least one night with a metamorphmagus.”
Harry was still thinking that over when Remus went on about how Harry should approach Mandy to smooth over their spat.
“Wait, can metamorphmaguses change anything about their appearance?”
“Anything, Harry.”
“Brilliant.”