Gallavich Fluff & Smut

Neighbors.

By: MickeysTonic
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Summary:
Ian has a thing for the new neighbor across the hall.... ;)

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Ian was staring out his peephole waiting for Mickey to come home. People could call him really strange, but Ian thought Mickey was just that beautiful.

Mickey had moved in across from him about a month ago. He was a foul-mouthed, stubborn, tattooed piece of trash, but fuck, Ian thought he was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Even if the last time Ian attempted to talk to him, Mickey told him to go turn over a bar stool and sit on it.

Ian's stomach clenched when the dark haired man came into view. He had his shirt thrown over his shoulder which allowed Ian to rake his eyes over his chest. HIs pants rested right on his hips and Ian could see the v going down into his pants. Boy, oh boy, did Ian want to see what was under those pants. He knew he sounded like a pervert, but there was something about Mickey. He couldn't get him out of his head.

Mickey unlocked his door and when he pulled his keys out of the lock they fell to the floor. When he bent over, Ian felt his dick strain in his boxers. Seeing as they were the only things Ian wore around his apartment.

Mickey was wearing jeans but Ian could clearly make out Mickey's ass. It was perfect and holy shit was Ian hard.

Once Mickey had disappeared into his place, Ian spun around and placed his back against the door. He reached into his boxers and sighed when he wrapped his hand around himself. The slightest contact had Ian losing it. Almost six months since Ian had gotten laid and with Mickey across the hall he felt as if he was busting more nuts just by looking at Mickey than he ever did with an actual partner.

He sighed and was about to walk away from his door when there was a knock on it. He jumped and his hand flew out of his boxers. He opened the door without even looking. He wished he would have looked.

Mickey stood there with a raised eyebrow staring at him, "Am I interrupting something?"

"No." Ian replied, "Sorry. Uh how can I help you?"

He sounded like a fucking Wal-Mart employee.

"Someone is coming tomorrow to work on my pipes or whatever the fuck it is, but could I use your shower?"

Ian's boner was very noticeable right now and he prayed silently that Mickey didn't see.

"Uh yeah sure come on in."

He then noticed the towel and a few things of clothes in Mickeys hands. His eyes were too busy on Mickeys face to notice anything else.

"Down the hall, second door-"

"I know. We have the same layouts dumbass."

Mickey disappeared down the hall leaving Ian standing there just staring at nothing with a hard on. Ian didn't care that he was an asshole. He just knew he was attracted to him.

As Mickey showered Ian tried to keep the thought of a soaking wet Mickey out of his head so he went into the kitchen to make something to eat.

When the bathroom door came open, Ian felt his stomach clench.

"Thanks man." Mickey said.

Ian looked up and really wished that he didn't.

Mickey was wearing a pair of basketball shorts that were hanging loosely on his hips. He didn't have a shirt on and Ian could see drops of water going down his skin.