Gallavich oneshots 💕

Not Him; Not You

They had been on a date. They borrowed Debs car. They ate at a fancy restaurant. Things were going so good. They pulled into a abandoned parking lot and decided it was the best place to smoke up and fuck. Until they noticed they were being followed. Headlights appeared in the mirror and Mickey looked at Ian. He dug under the seat and pulled his gun out. "'Mickey." Ian said softly. "Hey, trust me." Mickey responded and placed it in back of his pants. "Get out of the car!" A man yelled. Ian looked back and exhaled. "Now!" The man yelled and they opened the doors. Once they got outside they realized it was two men. The two men raised their guns and Mickey looked at Ian. He gripped his hands and walked towards them. "Hands up assholes." The other man yelled. Ian and Mickey raised their hands and stood by each other. "Terry fucking send you?" Mickey asked and the other two men aimed higher. "Yeah, seems like you pissed the old man off enough." The man answered. Mickey shifted and stared at the two guys. They had masks on and one had a hat, the other didn't. "Milcovich? Ain't it?" The man with a hat asked and Ian glared at him. Mickey glared as well. "Got a fine reward of money to bring you to Terry." the man added. "You two having a little date night?" The man with the hat asked. "Fuck you." Mickey replied. "Feisty one we have here man." The man said and the other man laughed. "Who the hell are you anyway?" The man with no hat asked Ian. Ian didn't answer, he just glared. The man with the hat looked Ian up and down and smiled. "Look whoever you are, we take in little Milky and let you go." The man with no hat said to Ian and Ian glared. "Sound like a deal, sweetface?" The man with the hat asked. "Like hell you will." Ian snarled. "Oh yeah?" The man said and stared at Ian. "You take him, you take me." Ian said and the man with a hat shifted. "Oh yeahhh, that's right." The man with the hat said. "The husband." He added and began walking closer to Ian. Mickey spoke up when he saw them get closer to Ian. "Leave him alone." He said and both men laughed. "Thought you were heartless son of bitch like the whole Milcovich clan?" The man with a hat asked. Mickey glared at them and the two men laughed. Then the two men turned around and began talking.
Mickey slowly reached for his gun in his pocket while the two men talked. He got it and charged at the other man with no hat. "Fuck." The man yelled as Mickey knocked him down. He hit him in the face and kicked the man's gun away then turned to the other man. He shuddered but aimed the gun. The man had Ian, his arms wrapped around his chest, gun pointed at his head. "Let him go." Mickey yelled. The man pulled Ian closer to him. Ian groaned as the gun touched the side of his head. "Let him go!" Mickey yelled louder. "Not as heartless as I thought." The man said and gripped Ian tighter. The man laughed. "Seems like he's pretty important." He said and pointed the gun at Ian's head. The man with no hat groaned and got up. "Think we are gonna hang on to him a little while longer." The man with the hat replied and Mickey glared. "Sound like a deal sweet face?" The man asked Ian. Ian tried to get out of his hold. "Quit squirming, or shit will get a whole lot harder for you." He said to Ian. The other man got up and grabbed his gun. He aimed at Mickey sniffing as his nose bleed. Ian fought a bit then stopped. The man held him tighter. "Shhhhh." He cooed and Ian groaned. Mickeys blood boiled. He watched the filthy man caress Ian. "It's okay." The man cooed with filth. Ian took deep breaths and stared at Mickey. "I got you baby." The man cooed again and Mickey swallowed hard. Ian moved away as the mans lips touched his ear. The man bit his lip and smelled Ian. "Don't touch him." Mickey gritted with his teeth. Ian moved away as best he could and stared at Mickey. "The fuck man?" The man with no hat said. "Leave him alone, ain't our job to do that." He added and pointed the gun at Mickey. "Fuck you." The man with the hat said. "Can do whatever the fuck I want, with you I want." He said and pulled Ian closer. Mickey stepped closer and held his hand out. He raised them and Ian stared at him. He dropped his gun and held his hands up. "Take me." Mickey said and Ian shook his head. "Take me, not him." He added and the man with no hat smirked. "Please." Mickey said softly. "Don't hurt him." He said softly and smiled. "Not him, please." He said and the man with the hat shifted. He loosened his grip on Ian and Ian smiled softly. The man with no hat shifted and looked at Mickey. He let go of Ian and Ian began to walk. "Hold on." The man with the hat said. Mickey stared at him then Ian. "That ain't gonna work for me." He said and the sound of a gun filled Mickeys head.

"Fuck." Mickey gaped. Mickey jolted awake with a gasp. He felt himself catch his breath. He stared up at the ceiling. He could feel the sweat drip off his forehead. He felt Ian shift then heard his soft snores. Ian had his arm over Mickeys waist and he was laying by his side. Mickey moved his hand up and touched Ian's cheek. The touch made Ian stir and he blinked his eyes a bit. "Hey." Ian said tiredly. He rubbed his eyes and looked around their room. "You alright?" Ian asked. He was laying on his side, no shirt and bed head. Mickey rubbed his head and nodded. "Yeah, I'm alright now." He said and Ian frowned and pulled him closer. "Now?" He asked and leaned into Mickeys neck. Mickey rubbed his eyes and closed them."What happened Mick." Ian asked softly against Mickeys neck. Mickey leaned in and rested his head on Ian's cheek. He inhaled and exhaled slowly. "Nothing really, just the same old fucked up dreams." He said and Ian nodded. "You want to talk about it?" Ian asked and Mickey scoffed. "You up to talking sleepy face?" He asked and Ian smiled. "If it's something you need to talk about, I'm here Mick, always." Ian said and moved back so he could fully look at Mickey. He could tell Mickey didn't want to talk about the dream. Fuck Terry for everything, especially making Mickey feel like he had no one to talk to. Ian rubbed Mickey's head and moved to his cheek. "You know, we'll figure out what to do." Ian said softly. Mickey stared at him then moved closer. "Terry doesn't need to be in our lives anymore, we don't need that." Ian said and Mickey smiled. "We can kill him." Mickey suggested and Ian smiled. "Maybe, or we can run away together, like New York or California." Ian said and Mickey smiled. "We can do that instead of murder, I mean, we talked about it all those years ago." Ian said and looked down. Mickey smiled and leaned up to kiss him. Back when they started feeling things for each other, before Terry. They discussed the advantages of running away together, that was until Terry caught them and everything went down the drain. Including their run away plans. "You'd pack me up and drag my ass to New York or Cali?" Mickey asked and Ian smiled. "Or Milwaukee." Ian teased and Mickey shook his head. He laughed and Ian laughed as well. After their giggles Ian moved Mickey on his back and settled between his legs. "I'd pack you up right now, tonight even." Ian said as he placed a kiss on Mickeys forehead. "What about your family, man?" Mickey asked and Ian moved back and stared at him. He kissed his lips softly. "You're my family now, Mick." Ian said and Mickey smiled."Always have been." Ian said and kissed him. They didn't have any boxers on so their cocks brushed against each other. Mickey moaned into their kiss and Ian leaned into Mickeys neck. Ian slowly reached down and entered himself into Mickey. They had gone twice before so Mickey was ready. Mickey gasped at the feeling. He would never get tired of this feeling, the feeling of being full and loved. The feeling of being taken care of. "Always." Ian said again and thrusted softly.