It was a weird situation— that was the only way you could really think of to describe what was happening between you and Mickey.

You were Ian’s brother, one of the many Gallagher siblings— and similar to your older brother, you happened to be struggling to figure out your own sexuality. You were bi— at least at the moment. You’d only ever dated girls, which is why you thought that maybe you were just… overthinking things.

But you did know one thing— you were incredibly attracted to Mickey Milkovich, who just so happened to be your god damn brother’s current boyfriend. What a great situation to be caught in, right?

—

Their relationship was far from strong, that was to put things as gently as possible. It was fucked— they fought constantly, hid away from each other, picked up bad habits, the list went on and on.

But tonight was different— and that became blatantly obvious when Mickey arrived at your house at maybe 8pm, without Ian by his side. You suspected it was another fight, and let Mickey in until your dipshit brother got back from whatever liqueur store he was robbing.

Things escalated. Quickly.

Before you could really think on what was happening, Mickey was all over you. Kisses, hands, other things— you felt it all. And bloody hell… it was the best experience of your life. Maybe you were bisexual after all. Hell, you were probably gay after that.

Laying beside Mickey, you didn’t exactly feel any remorse for your brother. It was always usually him starting the fights anyway, and so you took the opportunity of being like this with Mick as handed to you on a silver platter by Ian himself.

—

Until he got back. The moment the front door opened and closed, Mickey was already up and changing. You tried to stop him, but he didn’t even shoot you a second glance now that his boyfriend was back.

And it damn well messed with your head, because what the hell was a boy supposed to do after his brother’s boyfriend just fucked him senseless and made him finally figure out what he truly was? You had no idea.

None at all.