Gallavich Fluff & Smut

You're Dead Ian.

By: MickeysTonic

Summary:

Remember at the end of the first part where Mickey ran home due to Ian sending him a video with a buttplug?

Well this chapter explains what happens after that video. ;-)

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Mickey was standing in the urinals when his phone went off. He made sure he was dry before washing his hands and pulling out his phone.

Ian had sent him a video and he felt his blood run cold. If it was anything like the video he sent Ian he would probably explode on spot.

Taking a deep breath he clicked on the video but nothing, NOTHING prepared him for what he was looking at.

Ian was close to the camera and Mickey could tell the boy was naked.

"Hey Mick. I'm off and you're at work so I thought it would be fun to do to you what you did to me, but no. No I won't be riding a fake dick. I have something better in mind."

Mickey felt his throat go dry as Ian held up what Mickey knew was a fucking buttplug. Holy shit.

"You're at work right now so I can't possibly have you fill me up right now. I don't like fake dicks really, so I decided to get the next best thing." Ian spoke, "I decided to share this with you since I know you love videos and all."

Mickey watched as Ian sat the camera on the shelf they had beside their bed. Ian proceeded to get on the bed right in front of the camera and spread his fucking legs. Mickey could feel himself hardening in his pants. He had to wear the tightest pair of pants he owned today. His boxers didn't stop the fabric of his jeans rubbing against his dick. And he had whores upstairs waiting for customers. Fuck he hated Ian. But he couldn't turn away. He didn't want to.

"I can't wait until we get paid vacation Mickey." Ian spoke, wrapping his hand around his dick, "We'll be spending every day in this house fucking on every piece of furniture." Ian slowly began picking up the pace. He let out a soft "fuck" and bit his lip the way he knew Mickey loved. "Wish you were here Mickey. Wish it was your hand on me right now."

Mickey wanted to ram his head into the wall. In the history of their relationship never had Ian been for videos or sex tapes and whatnot. He didn't even enjoy porn. So it was safe to say that Ian had to be beyond horny. Mickey didn't have a lot of room to talk.

"Fucking miss you Mick. You left before I even got up asshole. I couldn't even kiss you goodbye. Now you won't be able to touch me at all." Ian spoke, a smirk on his face. The red head moved around on the bed and removed his hand from his dick. He grabbed the butt plug and flipped it around his fingers, "I'm looking forward to putting this inside my ass Mick. I'll picture your dick." And with that Ian put the butt plug in his mouth and covered it in saliva, "I don't feel like using lube." And with that he brought it down between his legs and pressed it against himself. He let out a gasp as he pushed it inside himself. The pleasure was insane as it stretched him out. His ass clenched around it and he squirmed causing it to press against the sweet spot. "Fuck Mickey." Ian moaned, "Feel so full. Feels so fucking good." And with that Ian wrapped a hand right around his dick and began jerking as fast as he could.

Mickey was officially so hard he felt the blood in his dick getting restricted. He had to get home and he had to get home now.