Gallavich Fluff & Smut

chapter 12

i know it's late but i hope you had a wonderful christmas or x-mas.

"He asked you to give his number to me," Ian asks sitting up.

"Yes," Lip said for the third time.

"What the fuck why?"

"I'm just gonna jump the gate and say 'because he wants to talk to you'," Lip took a puff from his cigarette and looking over at Ian.

"Give me his number then," Ian says urgently. He hands his unlocked phone to Lip and waits anxiously as Lip pulls his phone out.

He quickly types the number in and hands Ian the phone back. Ian takes the phone back with a shaky hand.

"What are we supposed to talk about?"

"I don't fuckin' know. What'd you guys usually talk about?"

"We talked about our day last night," Ian says smiling.

"Then talk about your day again," Ian nodded and Lip went in the house.

Unknown
Hey Mick.
It's me Ian.

Mickey
Hey

Mickey smiled at his phone. He thought for a while about what Ian's name should be in his phone- even though that sounded as corny as he could get.

Ian
How's your day?

Mick♡
I'm off today so good
You?

Fire Crotch
Good.

Mickey finally caved in and asked him.

Mick♡
Should your contact name be fire crotch or Ian?

Ian chuckles as he reads the messages. Quickly typing a response.

Fire Crotch
Is Gallagher an option?

Mick♡
Fuck no.

Fire Crotch
Then i pick fire crotch

Mick♡
Good choice

Ian rolls his eyes. He goes into the fridge and grabs a beer. He's not supposed to be drinking, but still he opens it.

He presses the call button and Mickey answers after the second ring.

"Mikhailo is a sexy name," Ian says walking upstairs he walks into his room and sits on the bed.

Lip nods at him as he leaves the room.

Mickey chuckles. Cheeks slightly turning pink. "Why'd you say that," he asks finishing up his coffee.

"It just came to mind. Your name is sexy as hell. Mikhailo Alexsandr Milkovich."

"Is my name your new obsession," Mickey smirked.

"It might be. Next time I see you I'm gonna call you Alexsandr or Alex."

Mickey fell silent. Allowing the words to replay in his mind. Next time I see you. Ian noticed.

"Mick?"

"Yeah," he cleared his throat. "Why would you wanna see me?"

"I just do. So, when I do see you I'm calling you Alex. Alexsandr," he practiced.

"You should try moaning it," Mickey joked.

"Alexsandr," Ian groaned.

Mickey blushed even more. "My mom used to call me Alexsandr when I was little. If I was in trouble she'd say my full name and I'd get scared."

"I'm calling you Alex then," Ian smiled.

"Nah. Don't call me that, It's gonna feel like you're talking to someone else."

"You'll know who I'm talking to," Ian said seductively Mickey wanted to laugh, but a part of him was turned on by Ian's voice.

"Alright Gallagher. I'm gonna go before this conversation goes... somewhere else."

"What do you mean Mick," he said innocently. He wished Mickey could see the smirk on his face.

"You're literally moaning my name firecrotch."

Ian chuckled. "You sure about that?"

"Yeah I'm fuckin' sure. I heard that shit, you-," Mickey cut himself off. Ian was probably just trying to get under his skin.

"I what?"

"Nothin'."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

"Good."

"Good."

"Alright."

"Alright."

"Cool."

"Shut up," Mickey grumbled. Ian started laughing. It was so easy to get under his skin. When Ian's laughter died down it got silent.

"So," Ian said to break the ice.

"Before I go-"

"You were serious?"

"Yeah Gallagher. It's my nap time."

Ian burst out laughing. "You're a grown ass man with a nap time," he said in between laughs.

"This month I am. I want a car."

"What happened to the car we-"

"Gave it to Mandy. Kinda like a gift since she moved down here with me."

"Why do you have to buy it this month?"

"I dunno. I just want a car or I'll give Mandy the car and say 'Early fuckin' Christmas' and I'll be fine with the car we jacked," Mickey said tapping on the counter.

"Hm. Alright, you were saying?"

"What," Mickey was confused. He honeslty forgot what he was gonna say.

"You were saying 'Before I go'," Ian explained.

"Oh yeah. Before I-"

"Yep."

"Before I go-"

"Yeah, that's what you were saying."

Mickey rolled his eyes. "Before I go I-"

"You what?"

"Well if you'd shut the fuck up then you'd know," Ian was starting to annoy him with the constant interruptions.

"Sorry, but if I keep cutting you off you might not have to go."

"Oh. Gallagher it's fine. I'll probably call you tomorrow or something," Mickey mumbled the last part and Ian smiled.

"Well if I'm getting called back hurry the fuck up."

"You- before I go I wanted to know how you were doing?"

"For the first time in a while I'm doing good."

"That's good," Mickey sighed. "Night Gallagher."

"It's not even-," he decided to go along with it once he heard Mickey yawn. "Night Alexsandr."