GALLAVICH- Shamelessly Smutty

Lemme Persuade You

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Summary: Ian wishes Mickey would show more affection publicly. So Ian communicates/persuades Mickey in a way he knows will work. Cue sex noises.

Warnings: sex, language

Words: 2272

Season: 6

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Ian is not necessarily in the right to judge his boyfriend. Although he wants Mickey to give and receive hugs, cuddles, and kisses, Ian shouldn't be fucking surprised when Mickey declines. Mickey willingly gives in (barely) to affection alone but publicly is like crossing a giant line.

The Milkovich house is filled with the sounds of gunshots from the old war movies Ian likes; which of course, neither of them was paying attention to. Ian was busy recalling events earlier in the day.

While at the Gallagher house, Mickey had refused any excessive bodily contact with Ian. Mickey was out, which is what had Ian's mind running in circles as to WHY there was a constant distance.

Of course, anyone could conclude that Mickey wants to keep his "thug" rep, but that thought just happened to fly right over Ian's head. So here Ian was working up the courage, to not be a pussy and ask his fucking boyfriend a question.

"Mickey?", Ian murmured to the sleepy Milkovich cuddled into him on the couch.

"Yeah", Mickey replied with a tired whisper.

"Why don't you show affection?"

"We are fucking cuddled up like fags, how much more affection does your ginger ass need?", Mickey snapped.

If Ian was smart, he should have dropped the topic for the night, but he was still curious about his boyfriend's choices.

"I meant in front of other people, Mick."

Mickey just scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Really", Ian scolds annoyed.

"I don't know what the fuck you want from me."

"I want to be able to act like a boyfriend in front of other people. The whole south side knows you're gay, so what the fuck is the problem?"

"If I give you a half-decent explanation, will you shut the fuck up?"

Ian shuffled on the couch so he could make more eye contact with Mickey.

"So...", Ian pushed.

Mickey sighed, "Gallagher, you and I both know, I already kinda look like a pussy for taking it up the ass, from an even more of a pussy. Doing soft shit, on top of that shit goes against literally my whole MO. I'd like to continue to give off my homicidal vibe if you don't mind. Who the hell gonna protect your 7-foot ass?"

"Oh", was all Ian could muster.

"I gave you a fucking answer and all you have to say is 'oh'?", Mickey just rolls his eyes as he pushes Ian back down against the couch cushions to cuddle up to him again.

Ian thought for a moment, he knew pushing any further would only lead to loud unwanted arguments and insults, which he was not in the mood for. So, he had to work carefully with his next move.

Shifting fast Ian shoved Mickey down on the couch, hands on either side of his head. Mickey fell back with an 'oof'.

"The fuck Gallagher?"

"If you deny my wishes, I'll just have to persuade you in a way we both know will work", Ian grinned down at the flushed boy underneath him.

Ian knew manhandling turned Mickey on a bit.