Gallavich~Shorts

Short One|Mexico Blows....But Not As Good As You

||This story takes place in Mexico after Mickey crosses the border||

Ian:

        Getting back to Chicago was going to be hard. But getting over Mickey was going to be even harder. He mostly just hitchhiked until he got to a bus stop and rode from there on.
He just couldn't get him out of his head. His pale skin, his dark brown hair that was almost black. Ian loved that plaid blue shirt he wore once or when he'd dress up in a suit or tux. But truly Ian loved him no matter what he wore.
           Why did he leave, he shouldn't of, but he had too. Mickeys face when he left was stuck in Ian's mind frozen in place, the look of sadness seeping out of,guilt like Mickey didn't try hard enough to convince him to come. Ian missed him so god damn much.

Mickey:

        Why the fuck was he here. In the middle of a Mexican city he didn't even know the name of. Firecrotch was gone, he had abandoned Damon, he was alone, again. He was always alone even when he was with Mandy or Iggy. The only time he wasn't was with Ian.
           He should've tried harder, convinced him to stay with him, eat Mexican food and the beach. The beach. That's what kept him going, the beach, and them.
             He didn't even care about Mandy or Iggy or Joey or Jamie, and sure as hell didn't care about fucking Terry. All he wanted was Ian to kiss him, with passion in his eyes, to bring them back to the first time. Mickeys legs on each side of his body looking down at him, them pulling their shirts off. Mickey hadn't fucked anyone in Mexico he stared at some guys at the beach -mostly redheads- but that was it.
          He thought back to that red hair, a fucking ginger of all people he fell for, a fucking ginger. Those green eyes. Everything you love will someday kill you, and Ian had stabbed him repeatedly in the heart.
              No matter how bloody his face was or how many times he would walk to the visiting area and didn't see his beautiful face. He still loved Ian. He was the homophobic homosexual. Because he was still deep down afraid that maybe just maybe all he was to Ian was 'nothing but a warm mouth' to him. That this whole story got twisted upside down, their roles reversed that Ian didn't need him.

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Mickey:

       Mickey woke up in the motel room and stumbled to the sink. Fucking two months and nothing had happened same routine, get up go to bathroom gel back hair, get dressed, eat and yearn for Ian.
        He need to get back, he needed to go find him he needed to, get back to the one thing he hadn't fucked up in his life. Ian.

Ian:
     
          Ian had gotten back with Trevor, he wouldn't admit it to anyone but being a bottom was nice sometimes. Because when he was a top it reminded him too much of Mickey.
            Ian found himself downstairs and saw Fiona stumbling around the kitchen, trying to get breakfast together.
              "Morning, sunshine" She looked up smiling. Everyone was home for the summer and staying home, Monica dying kind of brought the Gallaghers back together.
               "Hey" he responded scratching his head Trevor came down next and kissed him on the cheek
                "Hey, I gotta go, one of my teens just tried to kill themselves in the shelter"
                "Yo you better go then" Ian laughed "See you later I'll miss you"
                

Mickey:

            What was he doing, what the actual fuck was he doing out side of Gallagher's house. As he was about to turn around he saw a guy he'd never seen before exit the house, with some sort of charm on around his neck wearing mostly black.
           "Who are you" the guy asked
           "Uh-old friend of Kevin" he said pointing to the Ball house.
            "Oh cool, well catch you later" he waved. He had a short tuft of facial hair  that Mickey didn't like, he couldn't date a guy with facial hair, but really he could only date Ian.
                 Next stepped out Ian, his hair as orange as ever, eyes green, EMT jacket on closing the door.
               "Missed me, Gallagher"?
   
Ian:

        He spun around looked at that oh familiar face, and sighed with what seemed like relief.

         And it was at that moment

Mickey:

         And it was at that moment when they were kissing eyes full of passion.

Ian/Mickey

           They knew this was it and would never leave each others side again.