GALLAVICH EVERYTHING

Flight Pt. 2

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Blog: shamelessly4shameless

Word Count: 2928

Prompt: none SMUT!

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As the plane began to roll across the tarmac aiming for the runway, Mickey cracked one eye open, glancing out of the little window beside him.

"We goin'?"

"Yeah, but this is the taxiway, it'll be a little while yet before we take off."

Ian smiled and eyed the steward who had promised Mickey a drink; she had a beer in each hand and was facing toward them but had been caught by passengers further up the plane and was in deep conversation.

"Right."

Ian took in the tense set of Mickey's shoulders and jaw as he slouched low and allowed the hand on his thigh to travel higher, trailing the inseam of his jeans, just firmly enough to make Mickey squirm a little.

"What are you doing now?"

"Thinking up ways of relaxing you."

Mickey's upper lip curved in a small smile but his hand covered Ian's stilling his fingers.

"Go ahead. Give me a hard-on I can't do shit about, I hear all guys go wild for blue balls."

Mickey rolled his neck back and forth, the smile never leaving his lips.

"How do you know so much about planes anyway? Taxiway? Who the fuck knows what that is called."

"I know what a fuss you make about anything new so I read up on it."

Ian announced with a flourish, pleased with his foresight

"What? I'm fine with new things."

Mickey answered defensively, brows knitting together.

"You hate new things! You pitched a fit when I changed the brand of orange juice."

"Yeah, 'cause you got the shitty kind with all those nasty little bits floating around in it!"

Mickey had made his feelings very clear at the time and still couldn't quite believe Ian actually liked the stuff.

"What about the new shirts I got you?"

"My old ones still got some wear left."

"When they ran out of your deodorant so I got you the green label one. Remember that?"

"Smelt like a girls fuckin' perfume."

Mickey wrinkled his nose and Ian rolled his eyes

"See! You hate new things."

He said triumphantly, slapping Mickey's arm lightly with the back of his hand.

"Maybe you're right. I hate you acting like a cocky dickbag ... oh wait, that's not fuckin' new, is it?"

Mickey grinned flashing his white and remarkably perfect teeth at Ian and then held up his hands in mock submission as Ian laughed and mimed elbowing him in the gut.

"Sir, your drink?"

Neither had heard the attendant approach and Mickey turned to her with the smile still on his face, causing a small blush to creep up her neck.

"Thank you very much, Miss. I appreciate it"

He accepted the can gratefully, and held it up in brief toast to her, cracking it open with one practiced flick of his thumb and drained half of it in one swallow.