Gallavich Fluff & Smut

How Far We've Come.

By: MickeysTonic (because she is officially my all time mood 😁)

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Summary:
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ommy makes a move on Ian.

Ian doesn't want to tell Mickey but he does.

CUE: MICKEY KICKING SOMEONES ASS AND GETTING HIS ASS FUCKED OK.

NO PLOT BYE.

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Ian wasn't scared of anything.

Well, there was one thing that got to him and he was happy that it didn't happen often but when it did, he dreaded telling Mickey. He wasn't scared of Mickey. He was scared of what the older boy would do once he heard. But Ian had no doubt that he would do the same thing he always did.

Beat their ass.

Mickey knew that Ian took his wedding ring off when he was out on calls so he wouldn't risk losing it. He kept it in his locker. Everyone knew he was married.

But there was a new guy there and he had been slowly circling Ian as if he was prey. Ian had held off telling Mickey because he thought once Tommy knew that he was off the market he would back off. 
No. It only spurred Tommy on in his quest to score with Ian. Ian was capable of telling him to fuck off.

Until today.

Tommy had cornered him in the bathroom. He was taller than Ian and a lot more fit than Ian but Ian had no problem fighting back. Especially once Tommy grabbed his ass and told him that he wanted to fuck him. Ian was disgusted. So he slapped Tommy before kicking him in his balls and running out of the bathroom.

He got home an hour before Mickey would be getting home and he spent every second trying to figure out how to tell him. Seeing as Ian wasn't in the right mind at the moment he went ahead and ordered pizza so Mickey would have something ready for him to eat.

When Mickey got home, Ian was already in his nightly clothes and by clothes he wore a swear of loose basketball shorts and nothing underneath.

"I'm so fucking tired." Mickey groaned, tossing his keys and jacket on to the bar.

Ian walked over and planted a kiss on his face, "I ordered some pizza."

"I knew marrying you would have its perks." Mickey teased, smiling at him, "I'm fucking starving."

Ian kept a regular face on when they walked into the kitchen. He watched Mickey grab a plate and put four pieces on it before grabbing himself a cup of orange soda.

"Hard day?" Ian asked.

"Like you wouldn't believe. How was your day?"

"Uh," Ian started, "That's what I want to talk to you about but I want you to eat first."

"Everything okay?" Mickey asked, staring at his husband.