Gallavich Fluff & Smut

I LIKE IT WET.

a/n: i don't care for author's note's but..
hi, i'm here to apologize for being really unreliable. i'm sooo sorry. at this point.. i'm going to add it to my calendar & set alarms cause at this point it's ridiculous. i'm so sorry.

- jessi 😔

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Author: MickeysTonic (because at this point do i post anyone else?)

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Summary:

Straight fucking in the shower.
Absolutely no plot.

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Ian was standing under a hot rush of water, his fingers running the shampoo through his growing red hair.  On the otherside of the shower curtain, Mickey was currently taking his clothes off.

They decided to spend their weekend off being as close as possible though if anyone could see them together, they would think there was no possible way for them to get any closer. Someone would need a crowbar and butter to separate them. But being close was how they liked it.

Mickey stepped in behind Ian and closed the curtain. The red head smiled when the shorter boy wrapped his arms around him. He could feel Mickey pressing kisses on his back which made him shiver even in scorching hot water.

"You're a few moments late." Ian teased.

He moved out from under the water so Mickey could get his chance under the scorching drops. Mickey was more than happy to let his skin burn. He loved hot water almost as much as he loved Ian. 

They stood facing each other. Their hair was wet and now sticking to their foreheads with little beads of water dripping off their face onto the shower floor. 

"You look so good soaking wet, Mickey." Ian spoke, slowly dragging his fingers down Mickeys' jawline.

Mickey scoffed but placed his hand over Ians' when the red head placed it against his cheek, "You're soft on me, Gallagher."

"I've been soft on you since the first time we hooked up all those years ago." Ian told him, "I'm so deeply hooked on you, Mickey." 

They moved closer together. Though Mickey was feet shorter than Ian, they fit perfectly together. Their bodies were made to be pressed together, were made to move together.

Ian moved his head down and placed his forehead against Mickeys'. His hands were running down Mickeys' chest, "Fucking love you so much." 

Mickey grinned and looked into Ian's eyes, "I fucking love you too, Gallagher. Which makes it easier for me to do this."

"Do what?"

Mickey shoved Ian up against the shower wall causing the red head to grunt in slight pain, "For me to fuck you in the shower." 

Ian groaned, "Mickey what the-"

He yelped when Mickey grabbed his cock.

"I'm going to fuck you good and hard in here just as you have done to me in the past. Given that I might drop you but I'm still going to fuck you good."

"Holy fuck, Mickey." Ian panted, "Do something then you little bastard."

Mickey grinned and slid down onto his knees. The water was still hot and still pouring down over them, "Just imagine it Ian. I'm going to bend you over and fuck into you so hard and you're not going to have anything to hold onto."