GALLAVICH EVERYTHING

Loving That

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Blog: andrwjstn

Word Count: 789

Summary: When the boys get home, Ian has some questions about things he heard.

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"Hard and good, huh?" Ian smirked into Mickey's ear as he came up behind him in the bedroom that night.

"Shut the fuck up," Mickey responded automatically, but he was smiling as he gingerly pulled the clothes from his body, cataloging new wounds as he did.

"Nah, you fucking like it, apparently." The redhead chuckled, helping his boyfriend out of his filthy clothes.

"Like you didn't know I liked it before." Mickey snorted.

"Didn't know you loved sucking my dick before." Ian smiled, stepping away so that Mickey could slowly pull of his under shirt. Terry had kicked him once good in the back, a nasty blue purple bruise was blooming up on the older boy's pale skin.

"God. I was tryna prove a point, alright? Get off my back about it already," Mickey said, moving to throw his clothes into a corner of the room.

The house was quiet. Debbie was tucked away in her room on the other side of the hallway, Bonnie and Carl in Fiona's, Lip and Amanda in Lip's. Liam slept peacefully in his crib in the corner.

"I just think it's funny, you can say all that shit to your dad, but you've never said it to me." Ian said carefully, almost afraid to break the moment.

"I don't need to say it to you. You know already," Mickey shrugged, sitting down on the edge of the bed. When he looked up at Ian, there was a question in his eyes.

The redhead sighed, and started to slowly remove his own clothing, wincing as he reached his arms over his head, bruised ribs complaining loudly.

"Yeah, I know. It's just nice to hear sometimes," he said once he'd gotten the fabric clear of his face. He tossed his shirt in the same direction Mickey's had gone.

The older boy eyed him, unsure, before muttering, "Your body's fucking insane, you know that?"

Ian stopped with his hands on the button of his fly, eyes widening. Mickey smirked, feeling bold with Ian's reaction. "No, no. Don't stop on my account." He said, making a "go on" motion with his hand.

Ian smirked, but continued unbuttoning his pants before stepping out of them, wincing again when he hand to bend.

When he stood there in just his boxers, Mickey beckoned him closer. "C'mere."

Ian stepped closer, and Mickey ran a shaking hand over his abs, down, down over the bulge forming in his boxers.

"I only had two other guys before you," Mickey started, still stroking over Ian, voice quiet. "One, in juvie. The other was some douchebag at a truck stop outside Minneapolis somewhere. We were on a run."

"Thought you didn't bottom in juvie?" Ian asked quietly. Mickey snorted and shrugged. "We all gotta learn our lessons somewhere. Point is," he squeezed a little and Ian hissed, "before you? I knew I needed something, but I wasn't sure what. I never knew how good it could be before you."

Mickey was stroking him in earnest now, the precome at Ian's tip was forming a wet spot that darkened the fabric of his boxers. The older boy chuckled.

"And then...fuckin' little Ian Gallagher. Goody two shoes Ian Gallagher. S'posed to be fucking my sister, Ian Gallagher. But you always knew what I needed. Even that first time. You always knew how to get it just right and I..."

There was a heavy silence in the air.

"I'm not good at this shit. Talkin' about...feelings and crap like that. Not even good at talkin' about sex. Too used to hiding it." Mickey pulled Ian's boxer's down so they cradled his balls. Pushing slightly at the younger boy's hips, he pushed him so that there was space for Mickey to slide onto his knees in front of Ian.

"Jesus Christ, Mick," Ian said, "We don't have to do this tonight. Your mouth..."

He was cut off when Mickey's tongue ran gingerly along the underside of his cock.

"I love this," Mickey breathed.

"Fuck," Ian huffed out, breathing labored.

"I love the way you taste, and how you feel in my mouth,"

Long fingers twisted into Mickey's hair as he leaned forward to suck at the head of Ian's dick.

"And when you come...fuck, Ian. I shouldn't like it so much when you come in my mouth."

There wasn't much talking after that. Mickey swallowed Ian down, moaning when Ian bucked into his mouth, holding his head secure. Mickey stood still, let Ian feed his cock down his throat. Ian's breath came harder, thrusts going wild and a little erratic.

He exploded quietly, gushing down Mickey's throat, grinning at the older boy's hum of pleasure.

"Yeah," Mickey coughed around the hoarseness of his voice, "Yeah. I love that."