Gallavich Fluff & Smut

Pro Bono

Picture Explanation:
I can't really tell if the picture is irrelevant.
It might be.
It might not be.
I don't really know.
I'm gonna let you decide.
(It's 1:42 am. Good night/Good morning)

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Written By: Eyesthatseenothing

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Summary:
This was turning into the best night of Mickey's life. First coming out, second the fucker getting arrested, himself too and the perfect trifecta?, a southside lawyer he wanted to climb like a fucken tree and never come back down.

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Chapter 1

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It was close to midnight when Ian finished with his client, some preppy asshole drink driving through the southside. He's lucky he never got carjack borrowing daddy's new Mercedes. He was walking out of the visitor's section when all the commotion began. What better way to finish the night than with a show, his fellow white trash brethren being hauled inside, obscenities flying thick and fast. He made himself comfortable sitting at a friend's desk, curious to see what'd happened after his hearing picked up profanities that had frightened him for half his life.

He saw 6, maybe 7 men being brought in cuffed and restrained. The first, an older looking man had 3 cops dragging him inside the precinct towards the cells while he bellowed, "You fucken faggot, get outta my house you poll smoking queer."

The last one in was being walked by his friend Tony, not putting up a struggle but yelling back, "Guess what Daddy, I take it. I like it good and hard. I suck dick too and I fucken love it!"

Both men were covered in blood, the younger more so and it was obvious he'd just come out to Daddy dearest. This just made Ian even more curious, especially when he could see the hot looking thug under all that mess. He decided he wasn't going anywhere until he got the full story and maybe help out the hot guy who'd proclaimed so proudly his preference.

He backed up just far enough from Tony's desk watching him seat the guy and thinking he looked vaguely familiar. "Hey Tony, you got a minute."

Tony walked over to him and they moved just out of earshot before asking him what had gone on. "Mickey decided to come out to his Dad in the Alibi, place got pretty smashed up."

This got Ian's back up. "So why is he being arrested?"

"Procedure. It's fucked I know but I didn't have a choice." Tony sounded sorry.

Ian pushed past him calling over his shoulder loud enough for all to hear, "Procedure be fucked Tony. Go tell the Captain I want my client released now." He walked confidently over to Mickey, who he now recognised from the neighbourhood but had never really met.

Even in pain with blood dripping into his eyes, it wasn't enough to stop Mickey from taking in the fucken Adonis walking towards him and hoping he'd come his way. Fuck. He stopped and sat down in the chair on the other side of the desk, then used his long legs to wheel it right up close.

Mickey looked him up and down, obviously checking him out. "What can I do for you firecrotch?" He'd always had a thing for redheads but he'd never had one, he smirked at his own thought.

Ian smirked right back at him before calling out, "Tony, you mind uncuffing my client." Mickey was impressed when the cop jumped to his order.

He picked up some tissues from the box on the desk but didn't speak until they were alone again, "Client aye? What makes you think I can afford your northside ass?" He felt his mouth begin to water just thinking about his ass.