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SATURDAY
Two weeks after the hellish graduation day, Mickey's health improved and he was bored of being useless. So he decided to get a job.
"Ian." He muttered, rolling over to his boyfriend.
"Yeah." He said, barely awake.
"Help me get a job."
"Maybe later." He yawn and curled towards his boyfriend, not knowing what he was saying.
"Hey." He shook his boyfriend awake. "I'm serious."
"Why?" The redhead finally opened his eyes.
"So I can give you some cash."
"You don't need-"
"We're not doing this again."
"Okay. Ten more minutes and we'll get up. Just stay here." He pulled his boyfriend under the sheets more and curled around his body, head resting over his heart.
They slept for more than ten minutes. It was about 0900 when they emerged from the bedroom and headed straight for the coffee.
"So what job do you want?" Ian said, sitting down at the table.
"I can't do shit so just whatever the fuck I can get."
"I'm guessing you don't want to go back to Southside. I could get you a job there easy."
"How?"
"Kash 'n' Grab would hire you no questions asked. Kash wouldn't want me to go to the cops about him having sex with an underage kid."
"You slept with your boss?" It was more of a statement than a question.
"Horny teen." He simply said.
"Think he'd do me or is he only into giant redheads?"
"Don't give a shit."
"S'cuse me?" Mickey moved closer, standing between his boyfriend's slightly parted legs.
"I know you wouldn't sleep with him even if he wanted you." Ian stood up and pressed his forehead to Mickey's. "You'd be finding yourself single if you did."
"You're lucky I'm only into giant redheads." He leaned down into a kiss. "Get me the job."
"You sure?"
"Yeah. I have to check out the competition, right?"
Ian laughed. "I'll go across there later."
"And we have sex until then?" Mickey grinned.
"If that's what you want." Ian stood up, taking his boyfriend's hand and heading to the bedroom.
"Kash." Ian entered the store.
"Ian." He said with a gasp. "Why are you here?"
"I need a favour."
"Why would I help you?"
"Because if you don't I'll tell the cops you had sex with a fifteen year old."
"You wouldn't."
"I would."
"What do you need?" He sighed.
"I have someone who needs a job. You're going to give him one."
"I'm not hiring."
"Then I guess you're going to jail." He turned to leave.
"Wait. I'll give him a job. In return I ask you not to go to the cops and one more fuck."
"I'm not having sex with you."
"Why?"
"I have a boyfriend."
"Something serious?"
"We live together, so yeah."
"Jeez. So there's no chance you'll stick it in me?"
"No."
"Fine. He can have the job. Minimum wage until I know I can trust him. How old is he?"
"Eighteen."
"One of your students?"
"He just graduated. You can trust him."
"He starts on Monday."
"Thank you." Ian left without looking back at the counter he used to stand behind, the shelves he used to stack, the donuts he used to steal, the man he used to fuck.