If you don't like no happy ending Gallavich, I suggest you don't read this. Scene with Mandy and Lip, but make it Gallavich. No happy ending in this one, sorry not sorry. Idea came to me and it made me sad, hope you "enjoy".
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Ian walked down the street of his old neighborhood. It was barley the beginning of winter, he was bundled up warmly. He was back for Winter Break. College was a bitch, as much as he wanted to go to college, he also wanted to drop everything and get as far from that place. It was a fucking migraine to him, he needed to relieve stress.
As he walked to his house, he realized he was coming up to the Milcovich house. He wondered if Mandy was home, maybe she'd want to go smoke or something. He figured she wouldn't be home. As he past by, he could smell cigarette smoke, he looked up and saw him. Mickey.
He slowed down as he got to the gate, he looked different. They hadn't exactly left things on good terms. After Mickey got married and after, that, Ian could hardly bare being with him. It felt wrong when it shouldn't have. Ian graduated and Mickey didn't, Ian decided to go to college and Mickey didn't. It was just like that, whatever they were, was finished and done with.
Ian placed his hand on the fence and looked up at Mickey. Mickey was smoking a cigarette, he looked down and saw him.
"The fuck you doing here?" Mickey asked as he blew smoke out of his nose.
Ian smiled, not even surprised by the tone of Mickey's voice.
"On a break from school, decided to come back." Ian responded and Mickey raised his eyebrows as a response.
After a moment, Mickey spoke.
"Thought you'd never come back." He said and Ian looked at him.
Mickey was playing with a cigarette, he wasn't even looking at Ian when he said it.
"I was just, I don't know, missing it, I guess." Ian said, he took a chance and opened the gate.
Mickey watched Ian and he smiled.
"Missing home, really?" He asked and Ian smiled.
"Some other things too." he responded and Mickey smiled, slightly blushing.
Ian slowly took a couple of steps closer, one foot on the steps of the Milcovich porch.
"Your wife home?" He asked, turning his head, smirking.
They were practically face to face now, Mickey smiled brightly. He got up from the porch and tossed his cigarette. He shook his head and smiled. Ian smiled then walked up the steps, following Mickey inside the house.
They didn't even have the door close, when Ian pinned Mickey against the door, kissing him. Mickey made a surprised grunt and smiled into the kiss. His hands holding Ian's arms. Mickey moved his hands as they kissed, he moved them to cup Ian's cheek. Ian pushed him more into the door, groaning when they began to grind on each other.
"Fuck, I missed you." Mickey whispered and Ian stopped.
He looked at Mickey and watched as Mickey smiled. He didn't say anything, he just nodded towards Mickey's room.
Mickey closed his bedroom door, instantly, going back to Ian. He guided Ian back and smiled as Ian sat on the bed. Mickey moved back a bit and took his shirt off, Ian laid back on the bed and began unbuckling has pants, he tossed them to the side and sat back up. Ian took his shirt off, leaving him in his boxers. He pulled Mickey closer and began unbuckling his pants. Ian pulled Mickey's pants down, with his boxers. As Mickey moved his clothes to the side, Ian slipped his boxers off.
