Gallavich one shots

please don't stop going to the gym

sorry it to a few days to write I've been a bit busy with college and shit in life em so sorry and here's one of the smutty ones I've got another one to finish and hope you enjoy as their one smut and two longer then the others have been.  sorry if there's any mistakes

Ian and Mickey aren't together yet, Ian is living at the Milkovich's as he spends most of his time with Mandy but he does go home to help Lip and mickey goes to and smut!!.

To say that Mickey was shocked when Ian actually started to use his gym membership was a very big  understatement. Don't get him wrong, Ian was always talking about bulking up and getting in shape again like when he ran away to join the army but he always said that while chomping through a bag of crisps and staring at the tv. So when Ian started going to the gym five, maybe six times a week, Mickey didn't know what to think. Not only that, but Ian had started to tone up, his stomach was flatter and, after a few weeks of working he had a six pack starting to creep onto his stomach as well. He only knew this because Ian always walk around shirtless or just in a towel after his shower, flaunting his new body and Mickey was suddenly confronted by a whole new set of feelings for his sister's best friend. Mickey wished for his sake that it stopped there but no. On top of the abs, Ian's arms were beyond toned, bordering on muscular, muscles popping every time he lifted something or even shut a door. Mickey couldn't help but let the Images of Ian pinning his hands above his head and pounding into him relentlessly and it didn't help where these images would be in Mickey's mind most days of the week. 

It wasn't until the day Mickey and Ian where back at the Gallagher's helping out Lip when Mickey nearly fell over and the feelings he had kept of himself grew unmanageable. He was walking down the stairs to the living room, Ian waiting at the bottom of them to ask him if he wanted to go out and spend time in the pool as they had done everything Lip need help with and it was a really hot day, when Mickey slipped around six steps from the bottom. His right foot missed the step and he was sent tumbling. He remembered scrunching up his eyes and preparing for the impact before realising that it wasn't coming. Instead, he found upon opening his sky blue eyes, he was wrapped up in Ian's strong arms, his biceps strong against his own, stomach and chest flat against his and hard as he was cradled against it. "fucking hell, Mick and you say I'm the clumsy one!" Ian laughed, gently pushing Mickey away from him so he was steadied on the floor once more, his hands coming to rest on Mickey's waist. 

 The older dark haired boy couldn't talk, his mouth had dried up, blood pounding and, to his absolute horror, his cock was growing hard in his jeans. It took him a minute to realise why he was so turned on, his feelings had always been there but never this strong. He realised a few moments later when he went to move his hands and found that they were wrapped around Ian's biceps, the bulging muscles present even when he wasn't flexing.  "Mickey?" Ian murmured, following his eyes to his arms. The older hadn't even realised he was staring. Mickey opened his mouth to say something, almost getting half a word out when Ian brought his arms up to Mickey's face, fingers lightly brushing over his cheek and the all words dried out on Mickey's tongue.  It wasn't until they trailed down to his jaw that he lost it, their delicate touch bordering on running over his ever-so-sensitive neck.  "Oh, fuck," Mickey moaned, head tilting slightly and Ian briefly looked taken aback before he smirked and ran his fingers down Mickey's neck again.  "Sorry, what was that Mick?" Ian asked and Mickey's body started to tremble under Ian's touch, all his blood rushing southward, filling up his ever-growing cock.  "Fuck, Ian. Do you know what you've been doing to me since Mandy asked you to live with us?" Mickey just manged to choke out, biting back a moan as Ian trailed his hands down Mickey's chest, his palms running over his clothed nipples a few times before continuing down, coming to a rest just above the waistband of his jeans. "Not a clue mick" Ian whispered, leaning in and pressing an open mouthed kiss to Mickey's neck, tongue darting out and licking the patch of sensitive skin before he sucked it into his mouth, marking Mickey as his.