GALLAVICH- Shamelessly Smutty

Truth or Dare

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Summary: The sleepover.

Warnings: language

Words: 1228

Season: 3

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Bam. Bam. Bam.

That was the alarming sound of someone pounding on the Milkovich front door.

Mickey was nervous. Although it was his idea for the sleepover, while Fiona figured whatever shit she needed to do; it was also not really his idea. At least that's what he keeps telling himself just to keep the, "not gay feeling" alive. If anyone asked who invited who, the young Milkovich knows he would immediately say the Gallagher just invited himself.

The Milkovich might have let the comment slip from his mouth. Yes. He did want Gallagher to sleepover, in fact, he wished it would happen every day. Of course, some dreams don't come true.

After hearing Terry would be gone out on a run, his first initial thought was actually Gallagher. How can I get him over? Do I just offer to hang out? He might think I'm not asking for sex though?

Coincidentally the Gallaghers just happened to have lost their house the same time span as Terry's run, so it was pretty straightforward: invite Gallagher to stay over until he got his house back.

Obviously, it's too late now to have second thoughts, as Milkovich is in the kitchen calming his nerves with a joint, as he listens to the Gallagher boy shuffle through movies.

Mickey has sweat rolling off his forehead which he blames on the humidity of the house and not his anxiousness, but he just shoves down unnecessary emotions and walks into the living room, moving over to where Ian is standing.

"I got pizza rolls in the oven," He explained, handing Ian the cigarette from his mouth, and as if on cue, the oven beeped. "Toss in a movie," He instructed and walked into the kitchen. Ian continued looking through a stack of DVDs. He smiled when he saw the same name above more than half of the titles. "Someone in this house got a boner for Steven Seagal?" He called over to Mickey.

Mickey smirked. "Mandy likes him, you dick. But you gotta admit, he's a fuckin' badass."

Ian made a face, though Mickey couldn't see it. "Please," He scoffed. "Jason Statham is a bigger badass than Steven Seagal. Now if we're talkin' about action stars, Jean Claude Van Damme is king."

"You are out of your mind," Mickey said with a roll of his eyes, grabbing the pan of pizza rolls and kicking the oven closed, "Have you seen that ponytail? That is a powerful ponytail, man. That's bullshit. Seagal could totally kick Van Damme's ass."

"Oh, unless, unless," Ian countered, taking a drag from the cigarette and blowing out the smoke as he watched Mickey walk into the living room, "It's Double Impact Van Damme. Cuz that is some Van Double-Damme!" Ian said with a laugh. Mickey cocked an eyebrow and chuckled at the boy, who came and settled next to him, mimicking his posture, setting one foot on the edge of the coffee table and the other on the floor. He took the cigarette from his mouth and passed it back to Mickey, who took a long pull and handed it back. When Ian brought it to his mouth again, he could almost swear that he taste Mickey's lips on it.

"Fuck Van Damme," Mickey muttered, always needing to have the last word.

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For the next hour, it was mostly just silence, but once in a while, one of them would make shitty comments on the movie's terrible dialogue. The only thing chilling their nerves was the cheap weed and an endless supply of beer. Looks kept getting tossed back and forth towards each other, though mostly by Ian, as Mickey wouldn't dare get caught looking at Gallagher. So when the Gallagher managed to catch a glimpse of the Milkovich boy, he so spent it looking at how close their hands were. Mickey had one leg propped up and the other lying in a standard sitting position. Ian had both legs spread lying calmly, although the two boys had their thighs almost touching. Both their hands are on the thigh closest to the other.

Ian fought against the bleeding urge to reach out and lace his hand with Mickey's, to see the words broken up by his own fingers. His fingers twitched involuntarily, and Ian decided it was best to busy his idle hand, so he reached over and picked up the last untouched pizza roll.

With sitting back down he shifted his body just a little, to get a better angle for sneaking more short glimpses at Mickey. He looked over one more time, and this time he actually caught Mickey's eye and held it for a second. He saw something in Mickey's face, something that looked almost like affection.

"Wanna play truth or dare?" Ian had a plan, one thing he knew about a Milkovich, was that they would never turn down a dare.

"Really Gallagher, what are you? 5?"

"C'mon, it'll be more fun than whatever this shit is," Ian whines gesturing to the television.

"Fine. But don't pull any funny shit."

Ian shifted his body a little so he could fully face Mickey; a little bit disappointed there was still such a large gap between them.

"Okay. Truth or Dare?" Ian maintained eye contact with Mickey almost as if he was trying to get Mickey to pussy out. Which he was.

"Dare, I ain't no pussy."

"Kiss me," and Ian instantly regretted saying that. He knows Mickey isn't too fond of kissing although he thought they could do more of it now, considering the day of the robbery. Ian had hoped his mouth would agree with his brain and wait for it in a couple of dares before asking that, but unfortunately, life can't always go your way.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to say that. I mean unless you want to, that's fine, I don't want to make you do anything that would make you uncomfortable. Now that I'm saying this out loud you are probably gonna slap the shit outta me for assuming you are a pussy wait no! I would never assume-" and that's the moment when Ian was cut off with the soft pink lips of Mickey Milkovich.

He was shocked, to say the least, he didn't expect Mickey to actually do it. Although with the amount of beer and weed they had who knows if it's real feelings or the after-effects of some substance.

The Milkovichs lips were pressed nervously against the Gallaghers both too stunned to go further, and that's the thing. They were more nervous about kissing than actual sex, which for others would be the other way around.

Ian slowly wrapped his hands around the thug's waist encouraging him to straddle his lap. Mickey quickly got the message and swung his legs over the redhead.

It was hot.. too hot. The pleasure of kissing postponed for so long was now all coming out. The deprived movements were so much. Each boy's tongue fought for dominance while they ground against each other.

Hard, touch-deprived, teenagers. One of Ian's hands slowly made its way to Mickey's crotch loosening the pant string and--------

That's all for today folks ;)

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The End

Yall gonna hate me for this one lmao

I literally ran out of ideas....my mind went blank sadly

Bye❤️

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