Gallavich Fluff & Smut

You're Mine.

By: MickeysTonic

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Summary:

Ian is a very jealous boyfriend. On the way home from dinner, Mickey tries to distract Ian.
They don't even make it to the bedroom. Cue, sex against a car. ;)

This is filth ok. hahahaha.

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Ian would never admit to Mickey, but he was more jealous than he let on. Though Mickey was sure he wasn't attractive enough to be wanted by other men, Ian knew better. Ian saw that. He saw the way men would lick their lips when Mickey walked by. He noticed them staring at his ass when he wore jeans or they stared at his arms when he wore sleeveless shirts. Mickey didn't realize it because he never really thought of himself as desirable but if only he knew. He would know how Ian was always on edge when guys would talk to him. Ian always made sure to let them know that Mickey was with him and they would back off, but they always stared, always licked their lips.

That's why when Ian was at work he worried about what could happen when he wasn't around. He trusted Mickey completely. He knew Mickey wouldn't step out on him and he knew Mickey was more than capable of taking care of himself. Still, Ian hated knowing that guys were drooling over his boyfriend.

But they had the week off for vacation so they planned on being together as much as possible. It was a Friday afternoon and they were getting ready to go out to dinner. After dinner they planned on coming home and just being together. More than likely that would involve little to no clothing. Both boys preferred no clothes at all.

They weren't going anywhere fancy but they didn't go out a lot so they decided to get as dressed up as they could without over doing it.

"Does this look okay?" Ian asked, staring at himself in the mirror.

Mickey whistled at him causing Ian to laugh.

"You look great, Ian. You always do. That shirt really shows off your muscles, fuck me."

Ian grinned and pulled him in close and kissed his forehead, "Later I will."

"I'm holding you to that. Now, do I look okay? I feel like these pants make me look fatter than hell."

Mickey spun around and grinned to himself when he heard Ian groan. These were Ian's favorite pants of Mickey's. Mickey knew it. That's why he wore them.

"What the fuck, Milkovich? Are you trying to kill me?"

Mickey turned back to look at him with a smile plastered on his face, "Not at all gingersnap."

Ian rolled his eyes but looked at Mickey with so much fond in his eyes, "You're an asshole."

"Yes, I know. Now, I'm starving. Lets go eat."

The two were sitting across from each other in a booth. They were in the corner of the restaurant a little further back from the crowded front room. Even when they went out together they loved it when they could make it as if they were the only ones there.

But right now, Ian was having a hard time doing that. Their waiter, Tony, lingered after bringing their drinks. He was talking about the appetizers and desserts but his eyes were on Mickey as if Mickey was on the menu. Ian kept his mouth shut and just sipped on his Coke. Mickey wasn't even giving Tony a second glance but he was talking to Tony about the desserts. Ian didn't know if Mickey actually thought he wasn't desirable at all or if he just didn't know when someone was flirting with him. He had been with Ian for years now afterall.