Gallavich Fluff & Smut

Quarantine.

this is a filler chapter by one of my top AO3 Author's MickeysTonic. i promise that when i finish these next 2 prompts/parts I'll post them together. and then, i'll write and publish another chapter of his mickey because a lot of people wanted that. i know his Mickey was finished a while ago, i apologize for a long unnecessary wait.

with that being said, here's the story

By: MickeysTonic
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Summary:

Ian and Mickey are quarantined in their own place and are excited to take their time being with each other for the next month.

You can guess how Mickey wants to start it off.

WINK WONK.
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Mickey and Ian could not believe this. They were being ordered to stay in their house for the next month with pay from work. It was a shitty reason for being quarantined but they looked forward to spending the time together. Especially since they recently got their own place.

It was about a twenty-minute drive from the Gallagher house but to them, it was like a whole new world. It was their house. It was their safe place. It was theirs.
Luckily they had stocked up on everything they would need and felt content in spending time locked away from the rest of the world.

“This shit sucks ass.” Mickey cursed, “This is the government wanting to do population control.”

Ian laughed, “Think you been looking into too many conspiracy theories, Mickey.”

Mickey walked over and sat on the couch handing Ian a beer, “You’re probably right. Hell, a month off with pay is exactly what we both need but the situation is shit.”

Ian opened his beer and took a sip before looking out the window. It was raining and the sound was heaven to him. He had always loved storms.

“You with me, Ian? Looks like you’re zoning out.”

Ian smiled at him, “Sorry, Mick. I’m just listening to the rain.”

“You’ve always had a hard-on for the rain.” Mickey chuckled.

“Nothing compared to the hard-on I have for you.”

Mickey just rolled his eyes, “Very smooth, Gallagher.”

Ian moved closer and wrapped his arm around Mickey’s shoulder before taking another sip of his beer, “You love me.”

“I tolerate you.”

“Yeah? The ring on your finger says otherwise.”

“Ever tell you how much I hate you?”

Ian kissed his head, “I love you too, Mickey.”

Mickey didn’t reply. He just sighed and leaned further into Ian who happily accepted the contact.

“Think this will blow over soon?”

Ian started running his fingers through Mickey’s hair, “I have no idea. I hope so. I’ve been reading the news way too much and the results are just heartbreaking. I wish there was something I could do.”

Mickey smiled. He loved that Ian always wanted to help other people. That’s who Ian was, selfless and completely dedicated to making the world better one small step at a time.

“Your hearts too big, Gallagher. Think your heart and your dick used to be one.”

Ian laughed, “Fuck off!”