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Travel Time <2>

Gallavich

　　Waken up.

　　Opened eyes, rubbed face, sat up.

　　Strange but familiar ceiling. Strange but familiar smell. Strange but familiar…everthing. All blurred in darkness.

　　The figure of time was sparked on the electronic watch. 6:30 in the morning. reached out arms to the side…got NOTHING.

　　WHERE THE FUCK IS IAN?

　　Early morning, empty bed, missing husband.

　　This kind of situation could really remind one of something really REALLY bad. Like Ian didn't take his medicine, like he fell ill again, like he went out in the middle of the night to run laps and then videoed the sunrise...

　　Mickey tried to get some of his clothes. The sleeping vest stretched tight over his chest. Did it shrink in the last wash?

　　Doesn't matter.

　　He didn't got anything. Those clothes were not where they should be, and the bed were not the right size. But he felt something like a curtain, so he yanked it open --

　　Morning lights illuminated the room.

　　FUCK.

　　Now, he could see his surroundings clearly. He's at Milkovich's house. In the bed that had once belonged to him. The walls were covered in familiar grabby posters.

　　What the hell? Did Terry kidnap him or something? That's not what a Milkovich would do. Terry would never "kidnap" his son if he got the chance getting near to unconscious Mickey. That's too sweet. Terry'll definitely prefer just took a gun and shoot his son and also his son's legal faggot husband in head.

　　Mickey cautiously stepped out of bed, tried to be as quiet as possible. He opened the bottom drawer of his bedside closet, shoved aside those magazines and, not surprisingly, found his pistol lying there.

　　He tucked the gun into his belt and found a coat. Everything was all weirdly shrunken. Luckily, he was always a fan of buying oversized coats. The coat fitted.

　　He pushed the door open and went out. Terry's snoring was just too annoying. For a while, Mickey just wanted to walk into Terry's bedroom and shoot him died. But he resisted the impulse. He wouldn't go to prison again.

　　Then another voice caught him. A girl in the other bedroom was screaming and crying in a low voice, like she had had a bad dream. Is that Sandy? Did Sandy run back to Milkovich's house, too?

　　Mickey didn't think twice. He shouldn't go into a girl's bedroom. But God, he wanted to know what was going on. Besides, he's gay anyway.

　　He opened the door of the bedroom quietly. Yet the girl was still awakened by him. Crying desperately, she throwed a pillow to him and turn on the light.

　　Mickey caught the pillow, shocked.

　　That's not Sandy. That was Mandy.

　　That was a little Mandy. A Mandy, who was, a little younger than Carl.

　　His brain shut down.

　　Mandy stopped crying. She recognized Mickey's face, then calm down, complained loudly:“Fuck you Mickey Milkovich! You can't come into my room like this! I thought it was Terry…You scared the hell out of me.”

　　Mickey nodded stiffly. What is happening now? Did he just TRAVELED through the TIME or what? What the fuck!

　　Mandy stared ar him uncertainly:“Why you looks so different? I mean, cleaner? You just took a bath or what? Are you getting… taller? What the fuck? You are Mickey, right?”

　　This figure looked just like her brother, but cleaner and kinder and taller and stronger and clamer and nicer. Some updated version Mickey. Also, MAYBE a little tiny bit older? Mandy was not sure about that part.

　　"Right…Um…What year is it now?"Mickey asked, ignored all the other questions.

　　"……2007, I guess?" Mandy answered suspiciously, "Are you doing something now?"

　　"Like what, meth? No."

　　But riddle? YES.

　　It seemed like that he had just traveled back 10s years back.

　　Mandy shook her head with disappointing, and declared:"Then get the fuck out of my bedroom, YOU PERVE."

　　Updated version Mickey was still Mickey. And any creature named Mickey should not exist in her bedroom. Not even that Disney's fucking mouse. Just NO.

　　She throw another pillow to her brother and throw herself back into the bed.

　　Mickey caught that pillow, didn't fight back. He couldn't fight back at someone that could nealy be his child. FUCK. Mandy was in the age that could almost be his child! Holly fucking shit!

　　He left the room quietly. Then the house. Finally he ended up wandering on the street with no purpose. The sun was rising up, light up the trees and houses piece by piece. Darkness was fading away, pure blue sparkling on the edge of the sky. It's astonishingly beautiful but he just wanna check how's Ian.

　　He walked though the street and made his way to the Gallagher house, wondering how should he explain all this shit. When he arrived it's almost 8'o clock. Ian was, at the moment Mickey got there, getting out of that house.

　　He was so…young.

　　Mickey stared at the red-head boy with feelings that can hardly be explained. Ian saw him, and looked at him with some kind of hesitation, but finally decided to say hello.

　　"Hi, Mickey." He said, with a VERY young voice,"You um, took a bath huh?"

　　What the hell. Mandy also said THAT to him first. Was he really that dirty in the back of days?

　　"Maybe." Mickey said subconsciously.

　　"It make you looks…different."

　　"In a good way?"

　　Ian shrug his shouder,"Can't decide. I like what you were and also what you are."

　　Then he realized immediately that Mickey didn't like expressing about emotions. This kind of confessions always bring fights. He wanna both take that back as well say something more.

　　But Mickey didn't even notice it. That level of whispers of love were pretty common in their marriage life. He already got used.

　　Ian squeezed himself into Mickey's right arm, carefully. Preparing to get punched. However Mickey was thinking something else. It's 2007 now, so he just got out of juve, and was working at the store. Didn't married to Lana, Didn't have Yev. Good old days.

　　Also, most important, Ian's bipolar had not attacked him yet.

　　But he couldn't drive that ill out of Ian even if he had just traveled through time. It hadn't happened, but WIll happen one day.

　　Mickey's heart squeezed.

　　"So, what were you doing infront of my house?"Ian asked innocently. Didn't know a thing about the future. Lucky dog.

　　Before Mickey answered that question, Ian already guessed optimistically:"You wanna bang?"

　　Mickey had never went to his house like that before. They usually using their phone for contacts. Sometimes Ian would go visit Mandy and secretly fucking Mickey in Milkovich house, or doing that at the store. But Mickey had never came to the Gallagher house for sex on his own accord.

　　"……I don't know."Mickey didn't have any exact answer,"What do you want? Bang or date? I'm fine with both of them."

　　Isn't that some kind of cheating? Some part in his heart asked uncertainly.

　　No. This is Ian. Not any other's dick. And he's married to Ian, so NO.

　　Maybe yes, but NO.

　　Ian stopped so quickly that he almost fell down. Mick grabbed him and held him till he get his balance back.

　　"De-Da-DATE??!"The poor boy stammered.

　　"Or fuck."

　　"NO!!! How-Why-What…You wanna DATE me?"Ian was still shocked.

　　"Why not?"

　　Why not not? Ian wanna figured that out. How could anyone be like completely rejecting any kind of intimate contacts (except for fuck) at the last night and pop up saying "I can date you" next morning? LITERALLY, HOW COULD THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?

　　But he did not ask A WORD. The boy just smile with hidden nervous and said:"I want a date."

　　He waited for Mickey's answer anxiously.

　　Mickey just nodded without any thinking:"Sure. Whatever. Where do you wanna go?"

　　"I-I don't know? The park? Maybe? If you like that? O-or some restaruants? Or pub?"

　　"Hey, you don't have to be nervous."Mickey laughed in puzzlement,"Not like I'm gonna run away from you or what. Calm down."

　　Ian took a deep breath and let go slowly.

　　"Ok. So, umm, let's go to the park."

　　 They went to the park where Lip and Kev sold Mariguana in it. Mickey brought some cigarettes ("Holly shit why are you so clean who the hell are you you are definitely not Mickey"said Kev, always so annoying), shared one with Ian.

　　They sit on one of those benches, cling to each other, smoking while watching those kids run around. Calm quietness fullfilled the warm air between them. Lights was quivering on their cheeks. Ian basically just stared at Mickey's side face, without any thoughts but that he has a marvellous…not boyfriend, not friend, so just Mickey. He has a marvellous Mickey.

　　"I'm from 2020."Marvellous Mickey said peacefully, with his face submerged in smoke,"And we were…or will, get married then."

　　Ian got choked up by the cigarette's smoke. He murmured:"…WHAT?"

　　WHAT?

　　"Yeah. I'm confusing too."

　　"Is that some kind of JOKES?"

　　"No. Didn't you recognized I got older and stronger?"

　　Actually NO.

　　He did not give it a thought! And after Mickey revealed the truth Ian begin to think himself as some kind of idiot. How could he not even notice any of those differences?

　　He was just blaming all the differences of Mickey on "results of bath"…Slightly older? Bath. Stronger? Bath. A little taller? Bath.

　　"How did that happen?"

　　"The time travel part or the marriage part?"

　　"I-I don't know? Both?"

　　"I don't know anything about the time travel part too."Mickey told the turth without guilty,"And I don't know how to introduce you of our marriage. So why don't you just ask whatever you want?"

　　Ian was quite. He maintained that status for about five minutes while Mickey just keep smoking his cigarette. And finally, the poor boy opened his mouth and let the question run out of his throat…

　　"Are we HAPPILY married?"

　　"Yep."

　　"Are you happy?"

　　"Yes."

　　"Am I happy?"

　　"…I don't know. Maybe?"

　　"I guess I am…HOLLY FUCK I'M MARRIED WITH YOU."Ian murmured,"So you're not afraid of kissing anymore……or we just don't do kisses?"

　　Mickey put out the cigarette. He laughed so hard that even tears a little bit. Ian looked at him with those bright green eyes, and Mickey stopped laugh suddendly.

　　He took the Ian's face in his hands and kissed the boy hard. Ian's eyes were wide opened. He couldn't close them, but just stare at Mickey's shivering eyelashes and realized that he was gonna cry for no reason.

　　It's so good. Till he realized that Mickey was DISAPPEARING. like some poor contacted TV. Ian grabbed his back with fear, so tight that even when the little Mickey suddenly replaced big Mickey, they were still cling to each other and, KISSING.

　　And the little Mickey, HIS Mickey, bitted his lip, however did NOT push him away.

　　They continued the kiss till they couldn't breath any more. Mickey kinda swayed precariously between punching Ian or forgiving him. There were tears in Ian's eyes so he finally decided to not hit his future husband.

　　"You're so emotional." Mickey muttered, slid the tiny orange bottle which was in his fist into his pocket," What's that tear for?"

　　Ian did not answer that. He hugged Mickey.

#gallavich #shameless

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silverftn · 4 years ago

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Time Travle <1>

Gallavich

BigIan&LittleMickey

　　The other side of the bed kept bouncing.

　　Ian was not awaken. More precisely, he's dream did interrupted by that weird bounce. But he did not open his eyes. It's still dark outside. Their sleeping position were always aggressive. Be kicked off from bed by husband were just some regular occurrences on that bed. And some weird bouncing are far more harmless than that. It not even deserved any attention.

　　However, another idea caught him. Maybe Mickey is having a nightmare? He can totally ignore some weird sound, but he will not ignore his husband…

　　Half-awake, half-asleep, Ian reached out his arm and held the man next him.

　　Weird feelings. His intuition rang drowsily, like some alarms with low battery. Mickey was definitely NOT this thin. This figure's waist was just too tight. Did Liam climb into their bed at midnight or what?

　　Ian's relationship with Liam was……not bad. But he really hated the idea of waking up and realizing that he had hugged and kissed his LITTLE BROTHER all night. NO.

　　His brain urged him to open his eyes while his body just wanna keep sleeping. Ian struggled and struggled——

　　Till the kid in his arms hit his jaw.

　　All the sleepiness was lashed away by pain. The two of them: Ian and the the kid in his arms, shouted at the same time:" THE FUCK ! "

　　Ian, while held up one of his pillow, was shocked by the scene he was looking at.

　　Mickey was nowhere around. And there was a BOY kneeling on their bed. With Mickey's vest (which looked like a short dress on him). And, with their wedding ring in his fist.

　　He looked just like the way Mickey looked at 15 or 16.

　　WHAT THE FUCK……？

　　Ian believed he's still in a dream. This HAD TO be a dream. He could totally tell what was happening in the real life. Maybe Mickey just hit him on his jaw uncoinsciously so his head was making up some weird dreams about all…THIS.

　　The boy stared at Ian warily. He looked around, intending to find some weapons but got nothing but pillows. The weapons storage place was not in their bedroom. They didn't wanna make love with the risk of false triggering some of those guns. Mickey already had enough scars on his butt.

　　Ian ignored the boy's gestures. He tweaked the skin on his waist, waiting for the dream feaded away, revealing the real world where his Mickey slept next to him.

　　and…NO.

　　He's still here.

　　WHAT THE FUCK?

　　The boy looked at Ian with dislike like he thought this red-head man was retarded or something. He clenched his fist with the ring uncoinsciously, and asked:"Who the HELL are you? Where the fuck is here?"

　　Ian was still not really lucid. He answered stiffly:"Ian. Ian Milkovich."

　　Ah. Fuck. Wrong answer.

　　They had been calling each other by exchanging last name since wedding. Ian realized that he had got used to it too much that he just answer the question with Mickey's last name. Fuck.

　　The boy rised up from the bed, standing in sheets with the hem of the vest hanging on the half of his thigh. It's kinda cute. But there was NOTHING near cute in his eyes.

　　"I don't know you. Don't fool around with Milkovich. You mess with the wrong man. GO TO HELL, you fucking pedophilia!!!" He shouted, jumped off the bed, tring to run away.

　　But Ian dragged him back to the bed without a thought. He had down a lot of things like this with Mickey and became kinda professional. Also the boy was far more weak than his Mickey.

　　They were so close. He could smell the smell of the boy. The SKIN. Cigarettes. Alcohol. A little gunpower, some puddings and also chips maybe. The smell of HIS Mickey.

　　His heart went altogether again. Ian lower his head with no consciousness, rubbed his nose in the boy's neck and kissed him lightly. Just like what he do with Mickey at every morning.

　　The boy was blushed. But it's definitely not the sign of shyness. Anger, burnt all the way out his pupil, almost reached Ian's nose. He twisted his body insanely, screaming:"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!!!"

　　His movement didn't last long.

　　Morning, same bed, same smell, twisting body…Ian didn't want to admit that he just got hard.

　　The boy obviously realized THAT, too. He stopped immediately. Those blue eyes stared at Ian with so much anger.

　　"DON't YOU DARE FUCK ME. I'll put the gun in your ASSHOLE then shoot it. I FUCKING MEAN IT."

　　“Don't…I mean…There are too many misunderstandings between us.”The situation twisted Ian's tongue. Where should he begin to explain?

　　He decided to ask the key question first.

　　"Are you Mickey Milkovich?"

　　The boy stared at him reluctantly. But he knew Ian won't let him go before get the answer. So he nodded…not so willingly.

　　……FUCK.

　　So this boy is mickey. His husband. His husband, who came from 10s years ago, who didn't married him yet, who may not even know him.

　　What the hell? Is the world just got tired of torturing Gallaghers with normal methods so that decided to add some magical factors in their life?

　　There always some people keep saying that they should write a script with their life and Netflix will definitely take it. In fact Netfilx almost take all scripts from all human-beings. But, if he add THIS into the script, even Netflix will not accept it. It's just…unreasonable.

　　Ian tried to block out all the irrelevant ideas. Anyhow this is not an utterly bad situation. He got another chance to see the kid-version Mickey. When they first hooked up, they basically just FUCK. There's not much chance for them to stay with each other peacefully. Not to mention that Kash put Mickey into juvenile real soon.

　　But the precondition of that is that kid-version Mickey is willing to stay with him calmly. Which was, obviously, not gonna happen. It's pretty easy to figure out that this Mickey will run away like a rabbit as long as he let go.

　　Ian didn't let go.

　　“I need to explain something to you.”Ian said calmly,"Reself-introduction. I'm Ian. Ian Gallagher."

　　"Bullshit. Gallagher is shorter than me."

　　"…I'm the grown up version of him."

　　Mickey laughed with sarcasm:"Are you out of your mind? We are not living in some shitty Disney Princess movies!"

　　"OK. I know this is unbelievable, but I can prove it. I know things that nobody but you know."

　　"Like?"

　　"How old are you now?"

　　"…16. And it's none of your fucking business."

　　16.

　　Which means that Mickey had already slept with him. The kid-version him. And it's still in secret.

　　"You have already slept with me, haven't you." Ian said with a tender smile,"Our first time was in your house. I wanted the gun back, and we got into a fight. You got hard and so do I so we fucked…And you gave me the gun. I think I began to like you that day. And, let me think, our second time was at——"

　　"SHUT the fuck UP!!!"

　　Mickey shouted with the top of his lung. He blushed again. This time, it's because mostly of shyness and embarrassment.

　　Ian smiled:"So you believe now?"

　　Mickey avoided his eyes and murmured：“Hell, no.”

　　But Ian was good at reading Mickey's body language. He could tell that the boy was already believed. Just didn't wanna admit it cause he's a Milkovich.

　　Ian let go carefully. Mickey pushed him away as soon as possible and sat up. However, he did not tend to running away. He just sat there, thinking quietly.

　　Ian put his hand on Mickey's back. Mickey was so attracted by the whole Time Travel thing, that he bearly noticed Ian's movement. He reached out his hand and showed the wedding ring to Ian.

　　"So where am I? Whose cloth is this? And who the hell own this ring? Why am the future me still sleep with you? We still fool around till now? after all these years?"

　　He always believe the relasionship between he and Ian will not last more than a year.

　　But…Take Ian's dick in consideration, this is not THAT unbelievable.

　　And…

　　He looked up and down at Ian:"Why are you this…big, now? what does this from? Pills? Inject hormone?"

　　"No. Just diet and exercises.And this is the Gallagher's house. My room, our bed. your own cloth. Our wedding ring."

　　Wed…

　　Wedding…

　　Mickey loosened his fist. The ring jumped into the sheets.

　　"…Wedding…ring…" Mickey said stiffly. His pupile dilated.

　　That's new. A mickey with fear of wedding ring. Ian wanna flim this scene. Mickey was always treat the ring really carefully. He had never dump it like the kid-version Mickey did.

　　"If you wanna watch, I still got the wedding tape."With lots of sex tapes beside.

　　"Fuck you. No. Why are you, and me, are both alive? Terry didn't try to kill us or what?"

　　"…He did burn the church we decided to use at the fist place. And also gun-fired our room after the wedding. But, umm, he didn't make it and yes we both stay alive."

　　"So he knew I'm gay."

　　"Yeah."

　　Shocked by that, Mickey rubbed his face into his hand.

　　“…Between the marriage of us and the fact that Terry knew you are gay…The second one shock you more? Really?”Ian didn't know how to react. Does it means that he was not as important as Terry, or Mickey already liked him from the begining so much that he's not fully surprised of their future marriage?

　　“Yes! That old shit-head fucking piece of shit couldn't kill me! Ha!”

　　It made him so happy that Mickey even ignored the fact that he just came to a different time line. He stand up, looked down at Ian:"So now what? Are we gonna bang or what?"

　　"…Isn't that some kind of cheating?"Ian said uncertainly.

　　Mickey shrug his shoulder carelessly:"Don't know. Don't care. If you don't wanna fuck I'll just go find some other guy——"

　　Ian drag him down on the pillow. He pressed Mickey's chest:"Mickey. We are already married."

　　"Not ME. I have not married with you, carrot head."

　　"You smelled like him."

　　The smell of HIS Mickey.

　　"So?"

　　Ian kissed him on the lips. Mickey scratched his back trying to get the damn tongue out of his mouth but failed…Fucking kisses-addicted Gallagher! Ugh!

　　He didn't wanna admit that he actually liked it.

　　"So, there is no 'some other guy'."Ian said tenderly, reached out to the lube.

#gallavich #Ian gallagher #mickey milkovich

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