Gallavich | Shameless: The Continuation

Chapter 6

FLUFF, ANGSTY FLASHBACKS

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The two laid in bed that night, Ian with an ice pack on his aching back. He thought he was okay until he got out of the car when they got home, and his back locked up bad. Thankfully, the girls were asleep and Mandy was asleep in the guest room, so Mickey helped him upstairs and into the shower to wash off his chest. Mickey had held him, washing him up while Ian tried his best to not fall on top of his husband.

"You okay?" Mickey asked, realizing Ian was still awake and rubbing his eyes.

Ian nodded. "Ice is helping."

"I'll give you a massage tomorrow." He offered.

"Thanks." He smiled over at his husband, who shifted over in his direction and lay on his chest. "Fucking worth it, by the way."

Mickey smiled and dug his face into his husband's chest, planting a quick kiss on the skin and taking in his clean scent. "Fucking right it was." He said. Only moments later, Mickey was passed out on top of Ian. Eventually, he pulled the ice pack out from underneath him and threw it onto the floor lazily, then reached for the heating pad that was draped over the headboard. He carefully placed that underneath him and turned it on. As exhausted as he was, he just kept thinking about the car. He placed a kiss on his sleeping husband's hair.

"Kiss me and I'll cut your fucking tongue out."

Their first hook-up was so many fucking years ago. Ian was only 15, and "dating" Mandy. Now they were married, kids, condo, the whole fucking dream. They owned their own company for fuck's sake.

Lip had asked him not long ago, "If I were to go back in time and told 15-year-old you that you would marry Mickey Milkovich one day –"

Ian had erupted with laughter, which made them both lose it.

"Would I believe it? Fuck no!" Ian finally answered.

He ran his fingers through Mickey's hair. He still felt guilty about the fight, about asking Mickey uncomfortable questions, but he was glad he knew the answers now. He had so many more questions that would definitely piss Mickey off, and he was going to keep his mouth shut until the moment felt right.

He had always known Mickey had hurt people, killed people. Milkoviches had a reputation, and Mickey was the scariest of them all, at least at one point. Ian was never afraid, though. He found it hot, dangerous, it was a big part of the reason he was so fucking infatuated with Mickey in the first place. Their first hook-up had come out of absolutely nowhere, but after that day Ian had a dumb smile on his face that still made its appearance quite often when looking at or thinking about the beautiful man that was sleeping on top of him.

"Can't get him out of my head." He had confided in Fiona the night after Mickey had escaped from prison.

A moment later, she said something that he still thought about often.

"You turned your life around. Mickey would set a match to it."

If he had run off to Mexico with Mickey, it probably would have been true. He would have gotten caught up in whatever cartel shit Mickey had gotten himself into. He hated thinking about that day at the border, where he broke Mickey's heart – again – and then went home only to find out Monica had died, sending him on a spiral that eventually landed him in prison, only to be reunited with Mickey again.

He looked down at the top of Mickey's head, where he lay passed out on top of him. He thought back to all the times Mickey pushed him away, insulted him, and pretended like Ian meant absolutely nothing to him.