Gallavich Fluff & Smut

Belong Here

By: Misti1987
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Summary:

What if Mickey gets amnesia and everybody abandons him? He goes to a hospice and has no visitors, until one day a male nurse starts seeing him daily. The nurse is Ian and the Milkoviches banned him from visiting, but they don't know he's a nurse. So cut to a few years later, Ian and Mickey are all loved up in a house far away from their families and Mickey's memories come back. He tells Ian and nothing changes, they have their new start that Ian created for them and Mickey loves being a new guy.
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It had happened all in a blur, that much he was absolutely sure of, but that was about all. When Mickey Milkovich woke up, at least that’s what the doctor had told him his name was, he didn’t remember anything. So what did he know? He knew that him being here wasn’t an accident. They told him he had been attacked. More like viciously attacked. He had been awake for a few weeks now, nobody had come to visit him, the only way they knew who he was, was because of his ID that he had had when he was found. This much was apparent, it wasn’t a random attack, the police had been by to ask him a few questions about what happened.

A few was all they asked, they didn’t seem the mild bit interested in finding out what had happened to him, in fact, they had given him these looks, that he himself would only classify as disgust. Obviously he wasn’t of interest to him, but he was thankful for their visit anyhow. Why? Because in that conversation he had learned one important thing, his wallet which was found on him had money in it. So that meant, that whoever had attacked him,  they weren’t after money. So here he was basically alone and knowing nothing about his past, nothing really, except one thing. One thing was very clear.

He was gay as all fuck.  He didn’t say anything about It, he wasn’t sure what his situation was before he was attacked, his temporary brain thing…amnesia prevented him from knowing if it was something he talked about or was proud of or maybe even ashamed of. How did a man who hadn’t seen the outside of a hospital room figure such things out? Especially when nobody had been to visit him?  well that answer lied in his current care. Mickey’s Night nurse…was sexy as hell. That is how he knew. The man that walked into his room, everyday since he had been awake the tall man who had bright red hair, and the most intense beautiful green eyes would come in, as him how his day was, and clean him up. Yes clean him up. This god of his generation gave him a sponge bath the first week, and after had been the one to get him up and walk him into the shower and hold him up. He would be embarrassed, in fact he was at first, it was absolutely mortifying that the man all his affections were directed at, had seen and washed every inch of him, especially seeing as how he was beyond turned on during this process.

And like every other night there he was. The Smile plastered on the mans face was probably brighter than the sun if he could recall such things. He often laid in bed and wondered who he was and what about all of this made any sense in hell. “How are you doing today Mickey?” Ian the god of a nurse asked him. Mickey just shrugged as he usually did. “Any new memories today?” Ian asked trying to strike conversation. He did this everyday and just like every other day Mickey didn’t have all that much to say at first. It took him about the 5th or so visit of the night before Mickey would begin to talk to the lanky man but it was a system really.

Ian chatted him up for a few minutes before he stopped and smiled. “Alright Moody, I will be back in an hour, rounds time, and be ready for bathing time alright.”  Moody is what Ian liked to call him. He said it was because his moods changed so often during the night.  It was a routine all the same and it would continue on like that day after day. Except for ians days off which mickey wasn’t very fond of. The lady that worked on those days, was beyond on mickey’s nerves.