It's Like Bringing Pot To A Crack House
A Gallavich FanFiction
Nothing gets Mickey high since Ian left
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Mickey had never experienced withdrawal before – even in Juvie he had kept up a steady routine of pot, and coke when the stakes were high enough.
But now he had been stupid enough to get high from the one drug he could never taste again.
It hadn't been like that in the beginning; sex had been for the sake of sex and not because he gave a damn. But since he had kissed Gallagher it was like the flood gates had opened.
Suddenly it wasn't just about getting off – it was about getting off because of Ian: the pull of his hips, the taste of his lips and, fucking hell, the heat between them.
Mickey had never been on such a high. And for those few short days he thought he would never again come down.
Sobriety wasn't suiting him. He was sick to his stomach, unable to sleep; had shivers that wracked though his body until they had taken all that was left of him.
And it didn't matter what he took – how much alcohol he consumed or drugs he smoked and snorted – Mickey knew there was no way he would ever get high again.
Ian was the one drug he never could replace.