Gallavich Fluff & Smut

I Was A Jackass

By: MickeysTonic
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Summary:
This is smut as always because I love the thought of Ian and Mickey fucking ok.

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"You fucking serious?" Mickey asked, "You went and bought a car without talking to me?"

"With my money, Mickey. Something we can both benefit from." Ian told him finishing the rest of his beer.

"I'm going to have to use my own money to pay some of the payments for a car I had no idea about. What the fuck, Gallagher?"

"Jesus, is it that big a deal? We have been talking about getting a car so I went and bought a car."

Mickey ran his hand down his face and just stared at Ian for a few minutes before turning away and throwing his hands up as if in surrender, "What the fuck ever. It's your car so you can make all the payments."

"It's our car, Mickey but I'll still make all the payments."

"What about our bills, huh? Groceries? Making sure there is a fucking roof over our head. I can walk to work and you usually had people picking you up. What was so wrong with that?"

"Because I'm tired of not having my own vehicle, Mickey."

"Well congratulations asshole, you have one."

Ian grabbed Mickeys' wrist before he could walk out of the room and spun him around, "What are you really mad about?"

"The fucking car you shithead! You didn't discuss it with me."

"I didn't know my money had to be discussed with you."

"Okay gingershit, let me lay a few things out for you. We live together. Most of our money goes towards food, bills and whatnot. We talk all that shit out. We make sure we get food we both can enjoy having in the house. We talk about how we're paying the bills and what bills we need to focus on more. We talked about what apartment we want and we split the fucking rent. We always discuss money, Ian. But apparently, we can't do that now. If you want to fucking spend money on something we didn't exactly need so fucking be it."

And with that, Mickey walked out of the apartment slamming the door behind him.
Ian just stood there in complete shock. He should have run after him but he knew better. When Mickey got in a mood he needed to be alone. Most of the time alone meant going down to the Alibi while drinking and complaining about Ian to Kevin and Veronica.

Ian sighed. He walked over to the window and looked down where their new car sat. He didn't understand completely why Mickey was so mad. He would always make sure they were taken care of. He would always do what he had to for their future. A car was a necessity and clearly Mickey was more upset about the money. Money had always been an issue for Mickey and though they both had jobs and was bringing in more than enough, Mickey still liked having things planned out.

"Shit." Ian whispered, "Fuck."

He grabbed the keys and walked out of the apartment locking the door behind him.

The Alibi wasn't too packed that afternoon which made it easy for Ian to spot Mickey in the corner booth with his back towards Ian. He was about to take a step but Kevin grabbed his arm and pulled him to the side.