This is for @nicosgelos 🌟
300 words - microfic - religious ian gallagher - ian gallagher love mickey milkovich - gentleness - implied/referenced homophobia - pov ian gallagher - here on ao3
Inspired by Ziggy and I reading @thisdivorce's Change Like Shifting Shadows, us talking about Ian and religion, the prompt 'sinner' and the song by Greg Freeman that inspired the title for this story.
࣪ ⊹ ۫ .࣪ ⊹ ۫ .࣪ ⊹ ۫ .࣪ ⊹ ۫ .࣪ ⊹ ۫ .࣪ ⊹ ۫ .࣪ ⊹ ۫ .࣪ ⊹ ۫ .࣪ ⊹ ۫ .࣪ ⊹ ۫ .࣪ ⊹ ۫ .࣪ ⊹ ۫ .࣪ ⊹ ۫ .࣪ ⊹ ۫ .࣪ ⊹ ۫ .࣪ ⊹ ۫ .࣪ ⊹ ۫ .࣪ ⊹ ۫ .࣪
God said let there be light.
God said man shall not lay with man as he does a woman.
Here, in the soft morning light of their bedroom, Ian basks in the simpleness.
Simple breath, simple touch.
Green eyes gaze upon the silky white skin of his husband’s body; tracing tracks over his lightly freckled shoulders, over the sharp protruding collarbones jutting from him, travels down the path of his sternum, looms over his chest and down to his toned stomach, down, down, the hair beneath his belly button and leading under the sheets.
Tracks every inch, commits it to memory.
This body is already etched into his soul, burned into his heart so severe he could recite the small bumps and scars with his eyes closed and the body far.
In moments like this, when Mickey is asleep bathed in early morning light and looking so peaceful and gentle against the sheets - Ian licks up the sight. Every last drop.
Only closing his eyes to steady his own breath, feel the air expanding his lungs and the love pouring out in his exhale.
Ian’s gaze fixes upon Mickey’s hand, sitting relaxed against the left side of his ribs.
Steady rise, steady fall.
The rhythm matches the soft air through his parted lips, hair messy and contrast against their cream sheets in the sunlight.
Ian finds himself matching it; breathes in, breathes out, his lungs following Mickey’s lead.
Ian also finds a lump in his throat.
Tries not to think about the black eye on Mickey’s face, or the scuffs and scratches on his own back, or the words of God screamed at them.
God said let there be light; and Ian’s looking at it in the face.
God said man shall not lay with man as he does a woman; and Ian can’t think of anything more holy than the love he feels for Mickey.
The sun climbs higher, Ian breathes deeper.
Mickey rouses, lips smacking and body reaching for Ian with eyes closed.
They may be sinners, destined to be thieves and criminals from birth.
But Ian’s God is kind, Ian’s God forgives, Ian’s god is love.
As Ian pulls his husband’s warm, breathing body into his own, he thanks God.
