Gallavich Oneshots

Cant Catch Me Now

Summary: Ian Gallagher is fast from all the ROTC training. He made one joke and is now running for his life as Micky Milkovich runs after him, ready to prove Ian wrong 

Mostly Fluff Some Angst

Word Count: 767

"He isn't afraid to kiss me," Ian said with a smirk, his gaze lifting to the roof where Micky Milkovich stood, gun in hand, surveying the area with a thoughtful expression. The sounds of sporadic gunfire still echoed in the air.

"That so, tough guy?" Micky finally spoke, his voice low and rough. The raven-haired teen was struggling to wrap his head around the notion of someone being able to kiss the person they love openly, without fear, without consequences.

The idea was foreign, unsettling even in a world where he had always been forced to hide that part of himself.

Micky's eyes narrowed as he flicked his gaze back to Ian, the smirk on the redhead’s face irritating him even more. A kiss. Something so simple for most people, yet for him, it was a powder keg waiting to explode.

"Yeah," Ian replied, leaning against the wall like he didn’t have a care in the world. "In broad daylight. Right in front of everyone. Hell, I’d even do it again, maybe give you a little show next time."

Micky’s grip on the gun tightened, his jaw clenched. "You tryna get yourself killed or somethin'?"

Ian grinned wider, clearly enjoying the way Micky’s ears turned red, but he couldn’t help himself. "Nah, just thinking about how good you'd look blushing if I kissed you in front of the whole neighborhood." He paused, then added with a mischievous gleam in his eyes, "Though maybe I should go for the whole package and grab your ass while I’m at it."

Micky blinked, his eyes widening for a split second before his face twisted in frustration. "You son of a!"

Before Micky could react further, Ian took off, laughing as he sprinted down the street. Micky cursed under his breath and bolted after him, his boots thudding hard against the pavement as he pursued Ian into a narrow alleyway.

"You think you’re funny, huh?!" Micky shouted, his voice echoing off the brick walls as Ian darted around a corner, still laughing.

"Well, you haven't shot me yet, so I must be!" Ian called back, his voice full of teasing. He zigzagged through the tight turns, but Micky was fast, and the distance between them was closing quickly.

"You’re dead when I catch you, Gallagher!" Micky growled, but there was something different in his tone now less anger, more frustration mixed with something he’d never admit.

Ian just laughed harder, the thrill of the chase fueling him as he threw a glance over his shoulder. "Yeah, yeah, catch me first!"

The chase continued through the alleyways, Micky hot on his heels, neither willing to back down.

With each winding turn, Ian's laughter only filled the endless void further whilst Micky grew frustrated.

Ian’s footsteps echoed as he darted around another corner, breathless but still grinning. "What’s the matter, Mick? Can’t catch me now?" he called over his shoulder, his voice taunting.

"Keep talkin', Gallagher!" Micky shouted back, not slowing down.

Ian turned another corner, ducking behind a dumpster for a moment to catch his breath. He could hear Micky getting closer, his heavy boots pounding against the pavement. Ian’s grin widened as he leaned back against the brick wall, waiting for the inevitable.

"Thought you were faster than this, Milkovich!" Ian shouted, peeking out just as Micky rounded the corner.

Before Ian could react, Micky was on him, grabbing his shirt and slamming him back against the wall. "Got you now, smartass," Micky growled, panting slightly, his face close to Ian’s.

"About time," Ian teased, still catching his breath. "Took you long enough."

Micky glanced around, making sure no one was in sight, the alleyway empty except for them. Without another word, he yanked Ian closer and kissed him hard, his lips rough but filled with heat that made Ian's teasing stop cold.

For a brief moment, everything else melted away, just the two of them, hidden in the shadows, no one around to judge, no one to see.

And just as quickly, Micky pulled away, stepping back and wiping his mouth as if nothing had happened. He shot Ian a look, flipped him off, and then, with a smug smirk, muttered, "Bet you can’t catch me now, Gallagher."

Before Ian could even process the kiss, Micky turned on his heel and sprinted off, leaving Ian standing there, still pressed against the wall, completely caught off guard.

Ian blinked, then shook his head, a grin spreading across his face. "Oh, it's on!" he shouted, pushing himself off the wall and taking off after Micky, the thrill of the chase reigniting.