Gallavich mpreg

Blood

Ian, despite falling asleep late for that long-awaited fuck, woke up early that morning, but didn't get up. He lay there for a few seconds staring at the ceiling, then turned to Mickey who was still sleeping, and hugged him. He had to take advantage of these moments, because Mickey hated these corny gestures, or at least that's what he said. 

He stayed like that for a while, stroking him, until he felt something wet. He sat up in bed and noticed that the ray of sunlight filtering through the window illuminated the white sheet, highlighting a large red spot.

"Mickey, fuck, wake up!" He screamed, shaking the sleeping body next to him. Mickey woke up with a start, his eyes filled with anger at being woken up like that, but he calmed down instantly, aware that this was not a simple morning provocation.

"What the hell do you want?" He growled, rubbing his eyes angrily. Ian wasted no time, heading straight for the red stain staining the sheets. "Look at this, what the hell happened?" He said in a worried tone. Mickey jumped up, scanning the spot with narrowed eyes. "What... the fuck happened?" He murmured, then became aware of the wet heat between his legs. "Blood... it's blood," he hissed, startled and confused.

"Go wash yourself, see if you've cut yourself or... what the fuck do I know, see if you have anything," Ian ordered, trying to hide his worry behind a wall of determination. Mickey stood up, limping slightly from sleep and fear. Ian followed silently, trying not to wake anyone. Mickey quickly rinsed off and then sat down on a stool. Still half stoned from the rude awakening, they began to check every inch of Mickey's skin, at times causing him to have erections. There was nothing. No cuts, no wounds.

"What the fuck, I don't understand," Mickey muttered, frustrated. "We won't tell anyone," Ian stated firmly, "It's for the best." Mickey looked at him with still sleepy eyes and murmured, "yeah. Nobody has to know. And we don't have to talk about it anymore." Ian nodded, without saying anything else. There was no need for many words between them, that was the beauty of their relationship. One look was enough for them to understand.

Ian approached Mickey and kissed his forehead, but he pulled him by the arm and kissed him violently. He pushed him against the sink and started kissing his neck, occasionally giving him bites that made him tremble. Ian reversed roles and pulled down his boxers. Mickey leaned against the sink preparing for the impending pleasure.

Ian entered Mickey slowly, making him savor every second of that fuck. Then he grabbed his hips with both hands and started slamming them into his pelvis. Mickey, as usual, had started moaning and screaming with pleasure, so Ian covered his mouth with one hand so as not to wake up the whole house and with the other he grabbed his dick giving him a handjob. 

Soon they both came, their legs began to tremble and they dropped to the ground exhausted.   "I fucking love you, Gallagher" Mickey said grabbing his face and kissing him. Ian just smiled and actively participated in the kiss. After a while they got dressed and decided to go back to the room, so that Mickey could change and Ian could replace the irremediably stained sheets.

Mickey went back to bed, since it was only 8:30, while Ian decided to get up, now too agitated and excited to go back to sleep. He went down to the kitchen, where he found his brother Lip. "Already awake?" He asked him as she entered the room "You're not usually that early" "Well yes," he replied with a smile "but I usually don't have to endure two sex sessions 3 hours apart"

Ian blushed slightly and raised two middle fingers, then got himself a cup of coffee and sat at the table across from Lip. "So?" Lip said with a stern look "Nothing to tell me?". Hearing those words, Ian turned pale, believing that his brother had heard something about what had happened with Mickey. 

"What d'you mean?" He asked in a small voice. "Mickey..." Ian felt like he was dying "Mickey told me last night that you didn't take your medicine after dinner." Hearing this, Ian recovered from his fright and began to explain "Oh... right, yes. Sorry, I forgot. I know they're important and I shouldn't forget but... yesterday I was really too excited at the thought of seeing Mickey again and it slipped my mind." Lip gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder, then said he was going to work and left the house.

All day Ian couldn't think about anything other than what had happened that morning, other than the fact that Mickey had been complaining of bad cramps all day. Maybe it wasn't just something to forget. He feared it was something serious, if he felt it. But Mickey wasn't about to bring the subject up again.