Gallavich Fluff & Smut

Take A Picture Firecrotch.

The Actual Story:
http://archiveofourown.org/works/10754151#main
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I Didn't Write This it was Actually Written By:
http://archiveofourown.org/users/MickeysTonic/pseuds/MickeysTonic
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Summary:
Honestly there is no plot to this. It's just porn lol.
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"Are you serious?" Mickey asked, "You want to go back to working as a dancer?"

"I didn't enjoy the job Mick if that's what you're thinking, but the money was amazing."

"Yeah sure whatever." Mickey spat, walking out of the kitchen and into their bedroom.

Ian sighed when their door slammed shut. He knew Mickey wouldn't like this idea. Not even for the money. Money that would change their life.

Ian loved Mickey more than anything and anyone else in the world. He was all Ian wanted. Mickey knew that, but Mickey was also a very jealous person. He hated the thought of anyone trying to touch Ian, but Ian also hated the thought of anyone trying to touch Mickey. He knew where Mickey was coming from.

Now he just had to figure out how to get Mickey to talk to him. He probably put a dresser in front of their door so Ian couldn't get in. The other boy was surprisingly strong.

Ian walked to their bedroom door and tapped lightly, "Mick let me in so we can talk."

"Nope." Mickey replied, "Go talk to some old fat, Viagra using fucker that is trying to stick dollar bills down your fucking shorts."

"For fuck sake Mickey. I wouldn't be going home with them. I'll be coming home to you just as I always have and I always will. When will you get it through your mind that you're stuck with me."

"When will you get it through your mind that I don't fucking want anyone else touching you? I don't give a shit if they stick four thousand dollars down your shorts Ian! I don't fucking like this idea."

Ian honestly had no idea that Mickey felt so strongly about it.

"Mick-"

"I sound like a possessive asshole I know that." Mickey interrupted, "But it feels like I have lost you so many fucking times over the years and I don't want to anymore Ian. I just, I just fucking love you and I don't-shit, fuck off."

Mickeys words broke off and Ian could actually hear him starting to cry. Mickey never cried and it broke Ian's heart.

"I won't take the job Mick. I won't fucking go back I promise, but shit don't cry. And definitely don't cry when I can't be there to comfort you. I'm sorry babe, I was just thinking about the money. I should have thought about you. I love you Mickey so much and I'm not going anywhere. You won't ever lose me."

It took a few minutes but the door finally opened. Ian could see the tear stains on Mickeys face and he really wanted to punch himself in the face.

He reached for Mickey and pulled him into his chest. Both boys instantly wrapping their arms around the other. Mickey had his face nuzzled into Ian's chest as Ian placed his cheek against the top of Mickeys' head.

"I won't take the job. I'm so sorry Mickey." Ian whispered, "I don't want to be the reason you cry."

"I'm a jealous asshole." Mickey said, "I can admit that."

"You know I'm jealous too right?" Ian spoke.

Mickey pulled back to look up at the other boy, "Jealous of what exactly? I don't have men dying to put money down near my dick. What could you possibly be jealous of?"