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Lip's brother has been bringing this omega around more lately. It wouldn't be a problem and he would be even proud at Ian for finding an omega, if the said omega wouldn't be the youngest Milkovich brother.
After his unsuccessful encounter with the beta Milkovich sister he has been avoiding that family like the plague, because if Mandy feels like it she could send her big brothers after him. It wasn't like he couldn't hold his own in a fight, but those big scary motherfuckers were playing dirty and he likes his limbs where they are so fuck you very much, he ain't risking it.
At the first couple of times when Ian brought Mickey over he reasoned it because 'Terry was drinking his ass off at the house with his buddies again and Mickey wouldn't be safe'. But after a while it became pretty clear that they were a thing and Mickey was around much more than the beginning, he just kinda moved in after a while, spending most of his time in the Gallagher house and only going back to his own occasionally.
Another problem was that it forced him into moving back into the boys room, even Fiona approved it when Ian brought up the idea. Her reasoning was that she 'doesn't need Liam and Carl around that'. Apparently the simple fact that Mickey is Terry's omega son was enough for her to let Ian's fuck buddy just stay here, all she wanted was that Mickey help out with the money a little, but his brothers were more than happy to do that in exchange of their little brother staying in a warm house away from their father.
So now Lip had to put up with the guy walking around half naked like he owned the place, the biggest problem was that he didn't look half as bad doing that. Curvy in all the right places and Lip was a little surprised by that, it's not like that he didn't know how omega's bodies usually looked like because he fucked enough of them to know, but you just simply not expect something that hot coming from that piece of shit Terry.
Don't get him wrong, Mandy wasn't half as bad but she's a beta and there's just something in Mickey that catches his attention but he just can't put a finger on it.
And another was his scent. That fucking scent that he stinked up the whole place with. It was so fucking sweet with a hint of spiciness in it. And by now his redheaded brother was fucking reeking of it, he felt a pang of jealousy at that but ignored that feeling.
Since then he fucked a bunch of girls and he even tried out fucking guys but he just can't take his mind off Mickey. And he heavily doubts Ian would appreciate him trying to fuck his omega.
So now he's stuck with this weird feeling because of Ian's stupid boyfriend.
Lip was lying in Ian's old bed, now his thanks to that stupid boyfriend of Ian's. He was wearing his headphones watching some random videos on youtube, trying to ignore the very obvious sex noises that were easily heard through the thin door of his old room. It's only the three of them at the house right now, Fiona at work, Debbie having a sleepover with one of her friends, Carl was off with Frank doing god knows what and Liam was with Kev and V where Fiona dropped him off before her shift.
He would leave but unfortunately there's a fucking storm outside so the only place he could go was downstairs so he choosed the headphone solution.
He was totally distracted with the video he found when Ian suddenly barged in, he was only wearing sweatpants, his chest was shiny with sweat, his ginger hair totally messed up and he was breathing like he just ran through the whole southside.
Lip frowned his brows "Sup?"
"Yo" he said before hastily kneeling down in front of the bed, searching for something under it "I'll be out of your hair in a second".
Lip didn't answer because a sickeningly sweet scent that just hit him had the brunette alpha completely distracted. This was definitely Mickey's scent. So this is how he smelled when he was getting fucked? This is how-
"I swear I left it here last time" Ian grumbled and that snapped Lip out of his train of thought.
"What?" questioned Lip confusedly.
"Fucking condoms, last time I had a whole pack in this bag" the redhead said as he held up a camo backpack for his brother to see.
Lip huffed as he sat up, pulling his headphones down.
"That good?"
Ian looked up from his search to meet his eyes with a grin.
"You wouldn't fucking belive it"
"Oh yeah?"
"He's just so fucking awesome, good at everything, he takes it so well and shit-" he laughed "And the feeling that I'm the only one who gets to see him like that" the redhead said as he pulled out another backpack from under the bed.
Don't be so sure about that, little brother. Lip thought to himself as he reached into his pocket to retrieve a condom then held it up to his brother's face.
"There you go, looks like you have to put up with only one" he smirked.
Ian looked at it only for a second before going back to rummage through his bag.
"Too small"
Lip grimaced before putting it back into his pocket. He didn't needed to know that information.
"Fucking finally!" Ian exclaimed as he pulled out a whole box of condoms.
He kicked the bags back to their place with his prize in his hand.
"Have fun" Lip said bitterly.
Ian just grinned at him in response before turning his back to him and hurrying out of the door. Lip grimaced at the amount of scratches on his back.
The brunette tried not to think too much about what sight Ian got back to. He tried really hard not to, but his dick betrayed him as it started to harden, the remaining aroma in the air of that sweet scent didn't help anything either.
Lip sighed as he fell back into the bed and pushed his pants down.
He tried really hard not to look at the ebony haired male the next morning, he really did but that obnoxious and loud personality of his just begged for attention.
He was stubbornly looking at the fridge while chewing on his toast, stopping his short conversation with Carl entirely when said male came down from the stairs. Carl didn't seem to care though, distracted with the pair who just joined them in the kitchen.
"Good morning guys" Ian greeted cheerily, but Mickey didn't say anything.
After all, who wouldn't be happy after getting to spend the night with that slutty omega of his.
Lip grunted but still refused to look away from the fridge.
"Yo" Carl said, his attention was fully on Mickey who was just dressed in a pair of boxers and what seemed like one of Ian's old army shirts. Ian didn't seem to notice that as he made a beeline for the coffee.
Suddenly Mickey appeared in his vision, opening the fridge and bending over to search for something.
Lip froze as he took in the view before him. He was trying really hard not to think about pushing Mickey up against the counter and making him take it. He looked down at his plate in shame as his dick betrayed him again, his pants feeling uncomfortably tight.
"Got any pop tarts in this place?" the short male questioned as he shut the fridge loudly.
"Maybe in one of the cupboards somewhere, try the top one on the right" Ian answered.
Lip looked over at Carl who didn't even try to hide his interest in Mickey but somehow it was still unnoticed by the couple.
Lip looked up again to see Mickey half up on the counter, looking through one of the cabinets and fighted off the urge to hurry over to steady him.
He clenched his jaw as he watched Ian step behind him and put his hand on his hips.
"Jesus Mick, maybe next time ask me to help before you fell off and broke something" the redhead laughed.
"Fuck you Gallagher, not my fault this shit is so high up" the shorter male snapped as he finally found what he was searching for.
"I still don't want you to fall down just because you were lazy enough to not bring a chair over here" Ian answered as he helped his boyfriend to get down.
They both laughed as Mickey playfully pushed him away.
Lip was trying to ignore the whole thing and force his hard on to go down when Mickey appeared in front of him all of a sudden.
He looked up but Mickey wasn't looking at him, he was busy putting his pop tarts in the toaster that was right in front of Lip.
There goes his plan to get his boner to go away.
"Fuck off with the staring Carl or whatever the fuck is your name" Mickey growled.
"Why? Don't you like to be watched?" Carl answered with a grin, seemingly unaware that it's a really shitty idea to try and flirt with Mickey while Ian is right there.
Ian was behind Mickey in an instant, big hands grasping at his hips possessively. Mickey just laughed.
God that fucking sound. Lip shouldn't be so happy only because he heard the sound of Mickey's laugh. He dragged one of his hands down his face, he was fucked.
"Carl," Ian said angrily.
"What?"
"Just go finish your food upstairs" Lip answered before Ian could say anything else.
"But I don't want to-"
Lip sighed, the kid really can't read the situation, "Just go he said again as he gently pushed at his youngest brother's shoulder, urging him to go.
Carl just let out a bored sigh and grabbed his plate, disappearing upstairs.
"He's just a kid Ian, we did the same shit when we were his age" Lip looked up.
He didn't expect Ian to be glaring at him.
"Yeah but you're not at that age anymore" Ian answered with a growl.
That made Lip freeze for a second, did Ian catch him watching too?
He was saved when Mickey just snorted at the redhead's answer, putting the pop tarts in a clean plate as he grabbed his boyfriend's hand.
"Come on, I wanna eat this in bed" he said with a smile, as he tugged the redhead after him.
Lip still saw the glare Ian threw at him over his shoulder before letting himself be led away by the smaller male.
Lip managed to suppress the lingering looks on a certain brunette, he actually managed to mostly ignore the couple for nearly a week.
Unfortunately Fiona made them sit together for a movie night at one late Sunday afternoon. 'For old times sake' she said.
So here they were, bundled up together in the living room.
Lip himself was sitting at the single seat on the left, Fiona on the other love seat bouncing Liam in her lap.
Debbie was half lying down in her blanket on the sofa at the armrest. Carl was sitting on a pillow on the floor.
Lastly Ian and Mickey were sitting pressed snugly against each other in the other end of the sofa, a big blanket was thrown over them and Mickey looked suspiciously like he was half sitting in Ian's lap.
Lip flicked his gaze back to the screen, already planning to dip early and just finally go upstairs.
Hours flew by as they watched movie after movie. He only looked at the couple occasionally with a pang of jealousy.
After a couple of hours Mickey announced that he was going upstairs, refusing Ian's offer to go with him, saying that he knows Ian is interested in the ending of this movie. When Ian doesn't deny it Mickey smirks and gives him a peck on the lips before moving up the stairs.
No one pays attention to him since their whole exchange was quiet and no one else was meant to hear the whole thing but Lip turned his whole attention to them so it wasn't that hard to hear the whole thing.
This could be his chance. Maybe he can convince Mickey to give him a chance without Ian interrupting.
He waits ten minutes or so before standing, meeting Ian's questioning gaze he mouths 'bathroom' before moving to the kitchen. He looks back, everybody's attention is on the screen. Good.
He slowly creeps up the steps, stepping over the creaky one as he moves. He makes it to the top and takes a couple of steps so he's right in front of his old room's door.
He puts his hand on the doorknob.
Just before he was about to open it a hand grabs at his shoulder and throws him against the wall.
"What the fuck you were planning to do?" Ian hissed as he grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.
Lip cursed himself silently for thinking it was a solid plan.
"Shit man, sorry. It's just late and I forgot it's your room now" he laughed, maybe he can save himself from the embarrassment.
Ian used the grip he had on his shirt to push him into the wall again.
"I fucking handled with the looks you were giving him, those fucking grins when you checked him out, I've fucking handled all of those Lip and I didn't say a word, but that's where this shit stops. Whatever you were planning on, you get that thought out of your stupid head right now and never pull that shit again. He's not yours Lip, never will be. Got it?" Ian seethed.
Lip wondered for a second what chances he has against Ian if he throws a punch. But with Ian's stupid army moves and his great advantage because of his height he abandoned that plan.
"I got it, I got it" he put his hands up.
"You fucking better" Ian said as he let go of him roughly, "Get your shit together" he said as he threw one last warning glare at him and disappeared into his room.
Lip just looked at the air where Ian just stood a second ago before dragging his hands over his face.
"You fucked up for good, Philip"