Gallavich Fluff & Smut

Escape.

Where The Story Originates:
http://archiveofourown.org/works/10512216#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:
someone had a request for another piece of fan art so i wrote this. ;-)

-Mickey and Ian haven't had a lot of time together lately but then they soon find themselves alone together and they take advantage of the opportunity.- ;-)
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Mickey sighed in relief when the last girl left the Alibi or the Rub-N-Tug as some called it. He sat down on a bar stool and ran a hand through his hair. Things have been hard for him lately. His bitch of a wife was constantly on his ass about spending time with his son. The customers of his whores were really testing his patience. But he was trying to calm himself. He was trying not to be that person anymore.

For that person who helped him change.
That stupid fucking Gallagher that somehow wormed his way into Mickeys life and his heart.
But he loved Ian. He just didn't get to see him much anymore between work and his child. Ian said he understood but Mickey knew Ian missed him just as much.

"You okay there Mick?" Kevin asked, sliding him a glass of Tequila.

"Hard week." Mickey replied, chugging it down, "I'll lock up tonight. You go home to your girl and kids."

Kevin smiled, "Thanks Mick. Feel free to get a few more drinks. On the house."

Mickey thanked him and let out a heavy breath when Kevin closed the door behind him. He and Kevin had gotten close lately due to all the time he had been working which was comforting seeing as he didn't really have many friends or people that he could trust.
But oh that red head. He'd do anything for that boy. That's why he worked as much as he did. Ian didn't know it, but Mickey had money saved somewhere safe. He was saving until he could get himself out of this shitty town with Ian.

The door opened but he was too busy pouring himself another drink, "We're closed! Come back tomorrow."

"I want to see you now."

The voice had Mickey dropping his cup. He ignored the glass that shattered everywhere and stared at Ian. He was standing by the door and he locked it without saying a word.
"Ian what are you doing here? Wha-What the fuck? What's wrong?"

Mickey walked over to the boy who had a tear stained face.

"I'm tired." Ian spoke, "Tired of being in a house where it seems no one appreciates me. The only time they seem to talk to me is when they ask me about my fucking pills or how I'm feeling. You're not there the way you used to be and it's hard without you."

Mickey gulped and suddenly felt like an awful boyfriend.

"But I know it's not your fault." Ian continued, "You have turned your life around and I'm proud of you Mick. I just miss you."

Mickey hugged him without thinking and Ian instantly hugged him back. He kissed the top of Mickeys head.

"Want a drink?" Mickey asked, "Kevin said it's okay."

Ian nodded, "Yeah that sounds good."

And it seemed the more the two drank the more they learned about each other as if they didn't already know everything.
"You'll always come home to me right?" Ian asked.

"That's a dumb question of course I will." Mickey told him, "I don't want to be anywhere else or with anyone else."

Ian smiled. His face felt tight from all the crying he had done.
"I don't think I'll ever drink another drop in my life."