Gallavich one shots

"I hate you so fucking much" "Love you too"

"Mick!" Ian said, dashing through the house and bursting into his best friend's brothers room, huffing and puffing as that was the most exercise he'd done in a long time. The older raven-haired male was laid in bed with his boxer on, stuffing his mouth with Ian's lucky charms cereal, "Mmmgh... what?" he managed to mumble with his mouth full.  The redhead groaned and placed his head in his hands before glaring back at Mickey, "you didn't get my texts, did you?"  Mickey went to open his mouth before swallowing the cereal and nodding at him, "yeah I fucking did!" he slowly took a glace at his phone next to him and read the recent notifications, "your going to your sister party aren't you?"  Ian mumbled something under his breath before shoving Mickey out of his bed and throwing some clothes at him, "Hurry the fuck up Mick, you were supposed to be there like ten minutes ago - you're lucky the bar is just down the street." "wait bar?" Mickey  asked, sitting up and grabbing Ian's arm before he stepped out the room, "you're not gonna get drunk again are you?"  he shook his head and gave an innocent smile at his concerned new friend, "don't fucking worry, i'l only have one drink and to fucking prove it, I promise I will drive us home and me drunk never." he said with a smile.  Ian knew he was lying Mickey was such a damn liar.  

"Come on Mickey, you've had enough -  it's time to go ho-" Ian said, tugging at Mickey's sleeve before being interrupted by Lip,  "Mickeyyyyyy~ my bro, hey, listen to your boy 'hiccup' boyfriend!" Kenyatta said, letting out a chuckle. The Red laughed along with Lip and placed his hand on Mickey's shoulder, rubbing it gently, "wellll, we're not hic boyfriendss but y'know we um fuuck hic sometimes, don't we Friecruch?~" Mickey slurred.  "M-Mickey!" Ian turned bright red and slapped Mickey's hand off of his shoulder. Mickey flinched even though he was slightly delayed and rubbed his his hand gently, smirking at Ian.  "i hic i alwaysss top," he mumbled to Lip and who every else what nearby by before feeling his hand behind grabbed by Ian,  "we'll be just a minute guys." the Red-haired male sternly said, dragging Mickey into the bathroom.  

He placed Mickey against a wall and grabbed a nearby glass, filling it with water and handing it to him, "sober up Mick, I'm not dealing with this anymore."  the older man frowned as he drank the water, water did usually help Mickey sober up pretty quickly. He let out a sigh and smiled at Ian,  "sorry about all that Ia-" he was stopped mid-sentence by Ian grabbing at his wrists and pinning him against the wall,  "you've been acting like a whore lately, Mikhaiol ." Mickey was surprised at Ian's sudden mood change, he was always so sweet, innocent and gentle and hardly ever said he name well he actual name. "I-Ian what're you doing?" he asked, stuttering his words. The younger male let out a chuckle, causing Mickey to tremble slightly, "teaching you a god damn lesson." he said as he placed a hand on the other's clothed member, palming him roughly.  Mickey let out a gasp as he felt Ian's hand on the thin material, biting his lip to try hide his moans.  Ian leaned in and began attacking Mickey's neck with kisses and occasional bites, send him over the edge.  

"I-Ian..."  he whimpered out, giving into his desires and wrapping his arms around Ian's neck and arching his back.  Ian bit his lip to the sound of the other male moan his name, "to say you're always a top, you sure do enjoy being a bottom." he slyly commented.  "Sh-Shut up," Mickey mumbled through his moans and turned a bright shade of red, "Fuck j-just don't stop please." he begged. The red-haired male nodded with a devilish look on his face as he slowly ran his hand down Mickey's boxers, causing his eyes to widen.  Mickey was about to say something before Ian  suddenly gripped at Mickey's hard member and began pumping it up and down, placing his spare hand around Mickey's neck. The blued eyed man enjoyed the feeling of Ian's soft hand around his neck, causing him to let out a moan of something which made him turn more red,  "f-fuck daddy!".  he paused with embarrassment, still occasionally letting out pants and whimpers. Ian grinned at Mickey's new nickname for him, "what was that, Mikhaiol?"  "F-Fuck you y-you know what I said." he grumbled before feeling Ian grab his neck harder and rub his member rougher,  "say it again, whore." Ian demanded. 

 "S-shit.. F-fuck... no." he mumbled before feeling Ian tightly grip on his hair and tug on it, causing Mickey to let out a moan and to Ian's delight, he said it again  "Da-daddy!" Mickey moaned as he wrapped his arms tighter around Ian's neck,  "you really enjoy me pulling your hair and choking you - don't you, my little slut?" the  younger male asked, continuing to stroke his member and pull his hair.  "Ian, i-I'm gonna..." he mumbled before letting out one final, loud moan and panting heavily. Ian quickly placed his hand over Mickey's mouth and pulled his other hand out of the older male's boxers. "did you have to be so loud?" Ian asked with a smug look on his face before washing his hands under the tap.  "Sor...sorry." Mickey sighed before walking towards the sink, being stopped by Ian placing a damp hand on his chest,  "Not so fast - since you acted like a whore the entire night, you're gonna walk out here looking like one." Ian smirked, sorting himself out in the mirror and turning to Mickey, seeing he had messy hair, a bright red face, unbuttoned jeans and watched him pant.  Mickey began to fumble his words and tried to get by Ian, "c'mon please let me, they're gonna know if i go out looking like this!"  "that's the point also everyone here knows we are together." the red-haired male said with a sly look on his face, kissing Mickey and grabbing his hand.

 Ian lead him outside back to Lip and everyone else, everybody's eyes on Mickey. Ian sat down in an armchair and pat his lap, inviting Mickey to sit and reluctantly, Mickey sat on top of him and wrapped his arms around Ian, "i hate you so Fucking much..." he mumbled.  "love you too." Ian said, grabbing a glass of vodka and beginning to speak to his friends.