Gallavich Fluff & Smut

Happy Ending.

By: MickeysTonic

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Summary:

What should have happened before Terry decided to come and shoot up their fucking honeymoon. The piece of shit needs to die.
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"You wanna go again?"

Mickey smiled and turned to look up at his husband, "Absolutely."

He rolled to his side and Ian pulled him into a kiss without having to think about it. He just wanted to be kissing and touching Mickey as much as he could.

The red silk sheets were cool against their warm skin, the blanket kicked off and their naked bodies were exposed to the air. It wasn't warm in the room but they felt like they would combust into flames the longer they kissed and the more their hands ran over each other's skin.

"Still can't believe we did it, Gallagher." 

Ian smiled and traced his fingers down Mickey's chest, "I can't either, honestly but we did. We're here now and we're alone. The world is turned off until we have to get back to reality. Now come here."

Mickey grinned as Ian kissed him again and rolled Mickey on to his back.

"Not going to waste any time are you, Ian?" Mickey laughed.

Ian grinned, "Definitely not."

Mickey spread his legs a little wider so Ian could get comfortable between them. He watched as Ian's hand moved up and down his chest and he couldn't stop staring at the rings. He'd never get used to the fact they were actually married but he loved it because it was the thrill and excitement all over again.

Ian placed a kiss to his stomach and grinned up at him, "You think you can go again, Mickey?"

"Get to sucking, Gallagher."

Ian laughed and the vibration tickled Mickey's stomach. But the red head wrapped his hand around Mickey's cock and squeezed gently.

"Jesus." Mickey breathed.

Ian licked his lips before wrapping them around the head of Mickey's cock and going down as far as he could. He closed his eyes and focused on making his husband feel good.
Judging by the way Mickey was already cursing and pushing at his head, Ian figured he was doing a good job.

He kept his mouth tight around Mickey's cock as he continued to move his head up and down. His own cock was hard between his legs but he could focus on that later. He wanted to focus on nothing but Mickey and his pleasure right now.

"Jesus." Mickey groaned.

His hand tightened into the silk sheet as the other hand tightened in Ian's hair. He wasn't pushing on his head anymore but he was pulling on the red head's hair a bit motivating Ian to keep going until Mickey begged him to stop.

"Shit, shit, shit." Mickey cursed, "Gallagher, you're going to have to stop."

His voice was strained, thighs were shaking and he just seemed breathless already.

Ian slowly pulled off and licked his lips and ran his hands up the inside of Mickey's soft thighs, "You good?"

"Just get up here and kiss me, shithead."

Ian grinned and moved up over Mickey's body so he could kiss his husband. Their tongues moved together, Mickey's hands running down Ian's back and before Ian could say anything, Mickey wrapped his legs around Ian's waist and flipped them over to where he was sitting on Ian's legs.