Gallagher.

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Mickey hummed in agreement, reaching back to tangle his fingers through the mess of Ian’s hair. He wet his lips, back arching into the heat of Ian’s body, “Yeah..” He murmured, tilting the sharp cut of his jaw back to allow Ian’s lips to roam over him. “Now gimme my prize.”

        Blunt teeth nipped at the pale skin of his neck, hands smoothing around to the other’s stomach, “Love...you...so...much..” He growled in between kisses, the pads of his fingertips pressing into the soft skin momentarily before reaching forward to open the door to the bathroom, practically shoving the Milkovich in with his hips. “Start the shower,” Ian ordered, before setting about unzipping his pants, “And after, we can snuggle up and eat pizza rolls on the couch.”

“Mhmm, play with it,” Mickey grinned, arching his back and ass into Ian’s big hand with a luminous grin. “’Challenge’,” he echoed with a scoff, as if such a feat were unchartered waters for the pair. He gave Ian’s hip a sharp slap and shoved him off, “Last one’s up a fag!” He roared, already flying toward the bathroom. 

Ian narrowed his eyes at the other as he smacked his hip, watching in amusement as Mickey went tearing off towards the bathroom; letting out a ruckus laugh, Ian saw no reason not to follow suit and was soon sliding across the new floors to catch up to his other half. Nearly skidding into the door of the bathroom, instead, he pressed Mickey’s front half against it, pinning him there with his arms as he lavished the nape of his neck in affectionate kisses, “You win.”

Smirking, Mickey purposefully took his time in stripping down. He made a bit of a show out of it, wiggling his hips and releasing little grunts like he was engaging in some physically strenuous activity, as opposed to just taking off his pants. “Eager,” he taunted. Slowly, Mickey approached Ian, entwining himself in those arms. “You can carry me, bitch.”

Ian merely rolled his eyes, even so, he kept his gaze heavy on the newly revealed skin; welcoming the other with open arms, “I am not carrying you up the stairs, asshole; I need to save my energy for the main event, y’know...” Boldly sliding a hand downwards, he grabbed hold of Mickey’s ass, squeezing tightly as he pressed warm lips against the pale skin of his cheek, “I don’t think I can wait for a bathtub to fill, hope you’re up for a challenge in the shower..”

“’Eeyyy,” Mickey protested, whimsically. The hand that wasn’t holding onto the remainder of his beer rested against the curve of Ian’s hip, “Real high class, huh?” He pinched Ian’s skin lightly, thumb then brushing over the area. It was all very suburban white mom of them, the song and dance of having a white picket fence life, but on the verge of being tipsy with with a clingy trollop on his arm, Mickey laughed. “You gonna get off me so I can at least take my clothes off or is that not an option?”

Ian wasn’t too fond of the idea of getting off of him, so he stayed there a moment or two longer, leaning his full weight on his other half; lips pressed insistently against his cheek.  Letting out a huff, he took a step back, watching Mickey with fond eyes; taking the time to take his own shirt off before perching himself on the side table, “Hurry up, asshole.”

     The dad’s face completely lit up as Yevgeny manoeuvred himself on wobbly little legs on over to Mickey, who caught his hands and kissed them. He felt like the tin man, heart suddenly swelling and throbbing with renewed pride and overwhelming tenderness. “Fuck,” Mickey breathed. He was constantly amazed by this kid, the way he had an innocence which had been stolen from Mickey on the day he was born, the inherent cleverness Yevgeny owned, the thirst to do and the way such a tiny being embodied all the affection in the world. He was getting sentimental as fuck and it wasn’t doing good to his sinuses. Sniffing, Mickey let go of Yevgeny’s hands and watched him waddle over to one of his new pals before Mickey crawled over to Ian and sat on his lap. “Fuck,” he repeated, hooking an arm around Ian’s shoulders. “He’s gonna fall over so many fucking times, I can see it already.”

Yevgeny’s interest certainly revolved around his four-legged friends at this point, not that Ian minded too much; the baby showed so much love and consideration for the puppies that the redhead could see what a kind little angel he was growing into. Ian wasn’t an idiot, he knew Mickey occasionally let his emotions take over his sense, but he wasn’t about to comment on it; instead, he welcomed the weight on his legs with open arms, swarming the Milkovich in his blanket. “Talking next, think he’s close too because he says things, he just doesn’t say y’know...actual words,” the redhead mused, pressing a quick kiss upon Mickey’s jaw, arms remaining tight around his other half.

Mickey’s wide eyes shifted from Ian to Yevgeny compulsively. “I’m here,” he panted, voice strained as his fingers wrapped around one of the dogs collars to hold him back, to keep from distracting the baby. He was on his knees with a blanket draped over his shoulders and tenuously looked back at Ian, giving him an almost bashful smile as he murmured, “Yev, c’mere, baby…”

Returning the grin, Ian held the baby steady as he put one foot in front of the other, gradually, the redhead lessened the hold he had on the little hands; it didn’t take long for Yevgeny to get used to the lack of support and he was soon stumbling his way over to his father, alone. “Oh my god, look at him,” the Gallagher cooed, his smile only widening as the younger Milkovich reached out his hands towards Mickey, “Such a clever boy.”

Mickey protested weakly, a belligerent litany of words on the tip of his tongue as he was shoved away. Scowling, he gave an indignant sniff that said he was resolutely sulking no matter how warm… and soft… and tempting Ian was. Reluctantly, Mickey set a hand against Ian’s shoulder blade and grumbled quietly, “Why do I gotta be confined to the fuckin’ garage like a leper…” Against his own will though, he was being soothed by the lips roaming over his chest. “Mhm.. Do that again.”

There was no one on this planet half as dramatic as Mickey was, and Ian had learnt to love it; even if he was pretending to sulk right now, he knew it wouldn’t take much to get him to forget about it. Continuing to pepper kisses over the skin, the redhead couldn’t help but flex under his other half’s touch, smiling to himself against the male’s chest before pulling his head back. “You still thinking about getting another tattoo?” Ian asked, shifting his body so he was half lying on his boyfriend’s, face instantly finding purchase in the crook of Mickey’s neck.

        “Listen,” Mickey started, curling closer to Ian on their vibrating mattress that was like wonderland. His fingers drew along Ian’s chest, palm settling flat over his bare stomach. The baby was asleep in his room, probably dreaming of a world inhabited by canines rather than humans, “I think we gotta talk…” He proposed, carefully. Tangling their legs together, Mickey’s persuasive lips ghosted along the sharp cut of Ian’s jaw, scratching lightly at Ian’s stomach. “I really want my skeleton collection.”

    Ian was so content right now, snuggled up on the bed with his other half, a happy baby asleep in the next room and two puppies snoozing downstairs; heaven really did exist, and this was it. “Mm?” The redhead responded, rolling his head back with a sheepish grin as he felt soft lips against his skin, of course Mickey was only doing this to lull him into a false sense security, and it took Ian a moment to realize this. Letting out a frustrated groan, the Gallagher reached out to shove the other away, of course this bed was so massive that he didn’t even come near the edge; “You are not ruining our house, I already told you, you can put that shit in the garage..” Missing the contact, Ian rolled over to close the distance between them once more, burying his face in Mickey’s chest, occasionally marking his skin with kisses as he relaxed in his new position.

      “I’ll eat you,” Mickey threatened, ducking forward and nibbling at Ian’s shoulder.        Yevgeny giggled, watching as Mickey pretended to gnaw at Ian, and then stuck        out his chubby little hand, because he wanted to be devoured too. Gentleman        that he was, Mickey obliged and made a little growling sound as he pretended to        eat the baby’s hand up. After making the kid screech happily and go into fits of        giggles, Mickey turned his head up to look at Ian with a challenging smirk. Not        only had he saved the day, but he’d avoided that disgusting chocolate. Mickey        thought he was pretty slick.

   Ian could do nothing but grin, watching the two in amusement; he could    practically hear his heart sing. Dropping the chocolate onto the floor in    defeat, he leaned forward to press his lips against the other’s in a     moment of affection, “Don’t look so smug, you’re lying on the ground    wearing bunny ears.” Reaching a hand out for Yev, he hoisted him up until     they were both sitting on Mickey, “Let’s not eat the chocolate until you’ve    found it all, hm? We’ll put it in your basket first, okay?” He was met with    a blank look that soon turned into a dribbly smile, clearly the baby had no    idea what he was talking about. 

“Heyyyy,” Mickey whined, though he wasn’t put off in the least by Ian planting his ass ontop of him. Almost immediately, his arms were tangling around Ian’s lithe waist, hugging and holding him close, Mickey’s fingers trailing under the hem of Ian’s shirt to brush at his hip. He reeled the boy in closer, until Ian was on his lap and together they watched the baby before Mickey burst out laughing. “Holy, shit. This kid will eat anything. Poor bunny.”

Ian knew he had played the wrong card as soon as Mickey started tugging him closer; it was meant to annoy the male. However, due to the fact he was feeling on top of the world right now, he happily settled against his other half, leaning in to press kisses against his jaw, eyes focused on the baby who was making more of a mess than was imaginable. “Look how happy he is, I just want to squeeze him,” the redhead cooed, lifting his head away from Mickey as he held a hand out to the baby, in turn receiving a decent size piece of chocolate. “Thank you, munchkin.” Holding it a few inches away from Mickey’s mouth, the Gallagher cocked a menacing brow, “Eat it.” 

“There is no way in this world or the next that I am putting that shit in my mouth,” Mickey bitched. Still, he writhed and wiggled away from Ian’s big, threatening hand. “Don’t you dare,” he warned, words getting dragged out by the rasp of his attempt not to laugh. “Keep those hands to yourself, you filthy animal!” Mickey grabbed the baby and held him up as a shield, ducking away from his kiss too. He reached down and threw a bit of saliva covered chocolate at Ian’s face. Fair game. 

“You’re going to upset him; and c’mon, this is where you draw the line at what to put in your mouth? Please,” Ian scoffed, glaring at Mickey as he pushed the baby in between them to defend himself. Yevgeny didn’t look too put out, just stayed there in mid-air eating his chocolate, closing his eyes as a piece of it hit his cheek, the redhead tutted loudly. Prying the baby from Mickey’s hands, he set him back down next to his deformed bunny rabbit before lunging at his other half, easily sitting down heavily on the male’s legs to trap him there.