Gallavich Fluff & Smut

Merry Fucking Christmas

By: insipid_rhyme

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Summary:
Mickey and Ian go to the Gallagher's for Christmas, and there's too much Mistletoe. Also Kevin buys the best gifts.

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(Late Merry X-Mas and Happy New Year)

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"I'm so excited for today," Ian said happily, smiling ear-to-ear as he stood in front of the floor length mirror, twisting slightly so he could see his backside. He may not have a perfect bubble butt like Mickey, but damn these pants made his ass look good. Mickey groaned from the bed, pulling the blankets up over his head and trying to go back to sleep.

"Come on, Mickey!" Ian said cheerfully, approaching the bed. "It's Christmas!" He crawled onto the bed and laid down next to the lump under the blankets. Mickey made a sound low in his throat and peeked his head out.

"Yeah, and it's also-" he looked at the clock on the beside table, "7:30 in the fuckin morning. So fuck you and let me sleep."

"Fuck me, huh?" Ian said suggestively, running a hand down Mickey's back and sliding it further to rest on his ass cheek, squeezing the lump of fat firmly in his large hand. Mickey's ass felt both squishy and firm at the same time, and Ian would never understand the mechanics behind it. He just worshipped it instead of asking questions. It was, after all, God's gift to the world. Mickey squirmed a little under Ian's hand.

"Piss off," he mumbled from under the blankets. "M'sleeping." Ian continued to knead and squeeze at the flesh. Mickey frogged his legs out slightly, pushing back into his hand. "But maybe later?" he suggested sleepily, his voice muffled. Ian chuckled and lifted the blanket so he could kiss Mickey's cheek.

"Alright, baby, later. I'll let you sleep," he said sweetly, looking down at his boyfriend fondly. Mickey hummed quietly. Ian moved to get up from the bed but Mickey whined. Ian looked back at his boyfriend in confusion. Mickey was peeking up at him hazily.

"Could you keep doing it though, till I fall asleep?" he asked shyly. Ian smiled, relaxing back on the bed next to Mickey.

"Do what?" Ian asked, resting his hand back on Mickey's bubble butt and squeezing, then rubbing, then kneading the flesh in his big hand. "This?"

Mickey hummed his confirmation, nuzzling into his pillow before sighing sleepily and preparing to fall asleep, all while thoroughly enjoying the massage his boyfriend was applying to his ass. Ian shook his head fondly as he continued his ministrations.

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Ian woke his boyfriend up three hours later with a fresh cup of coffee in hand. His boyfriend was so adorable when he was sleepy. He sat up against the headboard and sipped at the coffee while looking up at Ian grumpily.

"Merry Christmas, baby," Ian cooed, leaning down and pecking his boyfriend on the mouth, tasting the coffee on his lips.

"Thought I told you to stop calling me that," Mickey grumbled.

"You did," Ian confirmed. "I didn't listen." Mickey shook his head and sighed, letting his head fall back and bang lightly against the wooden headboard. Ian grinned and lightly swatted at his thigh.

"Now hurry up and get ready, it's already ten and we were supposed to be at Fiona's at nine-thirty," he said as he stood up from the bed. "Be glad I even let you sleep in. I had plans to eat you out for an hour straight before we left." Mickey groaned at his boyfriend’s words, his ass automatically clenching around nothing.