Gallavich Fluff & Smut

I Want You To Belong To Me

The Actual Story:
http://archiveofourown.org/works/1800328?view_adult=true#main
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I Didn't Write This it was Actually Written By:
http://archiveofourown.org/users/LovetheOmni/pseuds/LovetheOmni
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Summary:
After a night of misunderstanding and jealousy at the club where Ian worked, Ian and Mickey violently argued and fucked out the frustrations of their relationship. In the end, it turned out to be exactly what they both needed. Written for the Gallavich Week 2 Day 3 prompt: Jealousy.
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The beat of the music thumped in Mickey's head, driving him crazy. He was tired of listening to the stupid pop music shit they blasted all goddamn night at the gay club where Ian worked. In fact, he hated basically everything about that place. Night after night, he had to watch creepy old men throw themselves at the guy he maybe sort of had feelings for, and it was beginning to piss him off.

Still, he would rather be there than anywhere else, because that's where Ian was.

He sat at the bar quietly and never took his eyes off of the shirtless redhead. He didn't even notice that someone was talking to him until they tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hey, are you listening to me?"

Mickey finally pulled his gaze away from watching Ian gyrating across the room. "Huh?" he grunted.

"I said: do you want me to buy you a drink?" the guy asked him again.

Mickey blinked in confusion. The guy had light hair and a nervous, friendly smile. Overall, he wasn't bad looking. Unfortunately for him, Mickey was too distracted to notice. His eyes darted right back to Ian, and they narrowed at the way that the younger boy smiled at the same old man that he'd been dancing in front of for several minutes.

He prickled with jealousy.

"Yeah sure, whatever," the brunette muttered indifferently. He definitely could've used a drink at that moment, especially a free one.

The guy grinned and sighed in relief. "Alright, be right back," he said, trying way too hard to sound seductive. Mickey nodded and went right back to watching Ian.

At this rate, he was going to go crazy.

He hadn't realized it, but Ian had been watching him too. The half-naked boy was supposed to be focusing on his customers, but whenever Mickey was around, he always ended up sneaking glances in his direction instead.

He frowned as some random guy handed Mickey a drink. Lately, he'd fooled himself into thinking that Mickey finally wanted to be monogamous, but apparently not. He wanted to be surprised about Mickey's infidelity, but he really wasn't. A year ago, he would have been sad or even furious, but instead he was filled with a strange wave of defeat. His mind swirled with negative thoughts that he couldn't control, all coming faster than he could process. He was confused, not quite able to identify the feelings inside of him.

Actually, he'd been feeling weird like that a lot lately...

Ian sighed. He didn't want to think too hard about his own emotions. It had always caused him nothing but pain in the past anyway. He turned from Mickey, focusing his short attention span back to his clients instead. He'd been so sidetracked by his thoughts that he hadn't even noticed how long he'd been putting on a show for the same man.

Mickey chewed on his lip in irritation, but tried not to let it show. Why the fuck was Ian spending so much time on one old geezer? The gray-haired man wasn't even that appealing. Then again, Ian always did have weird taste.

Mickey downed his whole martini, not even giving a shit that it was the fruitiest drink he'd ever tasted.

"So... what's your name?" the guy next to him asked curiously. Mickey had almost forgotten that he was even there.