Gallavich Fluff & Smut

A Little Less Conversation (And a Little More Touch My Body)

By: literaryempress

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Summary:

Ian and Mickey have been away from each other for a week. Seven days without sex is too long for Mickey, and he welcomes his boyfriend back home with the intent to rock Ian's world. Ian wants to join Mickey on this ride, too, and Mickey will allow it as long as he himself takes control.

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The bite Mickey had on his bottom lip deepened some, and his eyes closed shut, as he pushed the inanimate object up his ass, leaning onto his left elbow for support. It felt so damn tight up inside Mickey's ass, but he didn't mind it too much. He needed some kind of release for the day as he waited for his boyfriend to get home, and he was a very impatient man. Mickey couldn't wait any longer; he needed to get fucked right then and there.

Ian and Mickey had been separate from each other for a week. Ian had been pretty busy, to say the least. Mickey missed his redhead. He missed him so much that he wanted Ian to feel what Mickey had been feeling these past few days.

So Mickey came up with the idea to send Ian a text message about twenty minutes ago that read, "I'm not getting any younger, Gallagher. Bring your ass over here."

Of course, Ian had no idea what his boyfriend was implying, so he sent a text back: "I'm still working, Mick. What are you talking about?"

Mickey scoffed at the text message. Do I have to spell it out for you, Gallagher? He thought to himself as he pulled open the camera app on his phone. He angled it down towards his dick and bare legs, snapping the photo before adding said photo to a new text message. "This is what you need to be working on."

That should do the trick.

And here Mickey was now, getting the display for Ian prepared in time for when he gets back home. It was the summer time, which made Mickey incredibly hot and sweaty without the fan running in the bedroom for a certain period of time, but it made for a good display, so he decided to go with it.

However, he's not sure how long he can last, especially with Ian taking his sweet ass time doing whatever.

Lucky for Mickey, he didn't have to wait much longer, for he heard the front door unlock from where he was laying on the mattress.

About fucking time.

Ian got the front door unlocked and slipped into the house, placing his wallet and keys down on the little coffee table set in between the television and the couch in the living room. He would have been earlier if it wasn't for the goddamn traffic jams that held him up. Hopefully, Mickey wasn't too upset.

Before Ian even had the chance to maneuver around the house, his eyes fell to an article of clothing down by his feet.

One of Mickey's dress shirts with the sleeves cut off.

Ian chuckled a bit as he bent down to pick it up off the floor. Once he was standing straight again, his eyes fell from the gray fabric in his hand to the pair of jeans that had been laying on the floor about six or seven steps away from him.

Eventually, Ian realized that there was a trail of clothes leading all the way to the bedroom. Mickey's white, worn-out socks with the holes in them had been thrown down carelessly. His black tank top had been tossed about a few steps further than where the socks were placed. And Mickey's boxers - his black, come-stained boxers that seemed to have been like that for a good half an hour or so - God, did they present more evidence of Mickey's apparent lust for Ian Gallagher or what?