Gallavich Fluff & Smut

Fine As Hell

By: cantfuckinbelievethis

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Summary:

Prompt: Mickey is a nude model that does private jobs. Ian is his neighbour with a huge crush on him, but torn between whether to do anything because he constantly sees men and women coming out of Mickey's flat praising him how beautiful he is. Ian doesn't want to simply hook up and Mickey is afraid Ian would not accept his occupation. Neither boys are brave enough to make a move until Mickey hears Lip call him a slut and the misunderstanding unfolds.

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Ian had never had trouble with unrequited love. Well, unless the guy was straight, which wasn’t often because Ian had amazing gaydar. Much like his sisters, Ian had guy after guy after guy in his life, never really seeming to take a break. However, despite how many people often joked about him being a man-whore, these guys were all relationships. 

    Ian had a problem with getting too intense too fast, so a one-night-stand always managed to grow into something more. Fiona said it was because they had an issue with wanting a constant flood of adoration to make up for the void their parents left. Ian asked when Fiona became a psychologist.  

    The one time he didn’t think a one-night-stand would become a relationship, though, was with his gorgeous neighbour, Mickey. It wasn’t that Ian didn’t want a relationship with Mickey, because he absolutely did, but it was how often Ian saw people leaving his apartment. It was always a different person, and they varied in gender. At least Ian knew Mickey wasn’t straight. 

    At first, he assumed they were just visitors, but, during one of his stalker moments, he could hear Mickey and a man out in the hall. The man was going on and on about Mickey’s looks, calling him beautiful, striking, ethereal. He wasn’t wrong, but it was still jarring to hear this man praise Mickey on his looks. Also, the guy sounded kind of pretentious as he waxed poetic about the ocean in Mickey’s eyes and the softness of his skin. Mickey just responded slightly bashfully, but seemed happy that he had satisfied this guy. 

    The praise of Mickey’s looks happened a few more times, and Ian started to feel too plain and boring for Mickey. The only time people went on about Ian’s looks was when he was dancing or before he slept with them. Once he had slept with them, they felt no need to continue on with their compliments. Ian figured Mickey must be amazing in bed to warrant this kind of talk, which made him all the more appealing. 

    Still, clearly these people were all Mickey’s hook-ups, but Ian didn’t want to just be another hook-up to Mickey. They had spoken a few times, and Ian already found himself imagining waking up in the morning with him. 

    Too intense, too fast — it was his M.O. 

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Mickey had noticed Ian as soon as he had moved in a month ago with his brother, Lip. With that red hair, freckles, cute smile, and amazing body, how could he not? 

    He had been so intent on asking the guy out, but once Ian walked past when Mickey was outside his door with a client and he had given him an uncomfortable smile. And that was that, Mickey was then completely certain that Ian wouldn’t approve of his job. Not that he cared. Not that he cared what anyone fuckin’ thought of how he made a living. It was just standing naked in front of strangers while they drew him, what was so wrong with that? He knew there wasn’t anything wrong with what he did, but one awkward smile from Ian Gallagher made him re-think his entire career. 

    He was totally fucked. 

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It all came to a head one morning when Ian was complaining to Lip about him still not knowing what to do about Mickey. Lip was frustrated and trying to get ready for work, so he really wasn’t in the mood for his brother’s pathetic whining about his, for once, non-existent love life.