A week had gone by. Christy still hadn't woken up. When she and Ian were alone in the room, after everyone had left for the night, with the exception of a sleeping Mickey next to Ian's bed, the redhead would read Christy's favorite gossip magazine to her, to keep her updated on everything that was going on.
The first night after Christy's surgery, Mandy would not leave. The second night, she was too tired to fight, so Mickey took her home for her to get a shower and a good nights rest.
"Mandy, you look like shit. You need a shower. You smell like shit too. Go home. Get a shower and get some sleep. If she wakes up, you will be the first to know" her brother told her.
After a few minutes of arguing, she finally relented and went home for the night. Mickey never told her about Christy moving her fingers. He wanted her to get some sleep.
When Mandy came back on the third day, she helped move Christy's legs and arms so that she wouldn't get bed sores. She would talk to her about her day and softly give her sponge baths before she climbed into her bed to take a nap with her. It was the same thing everyday. And before she left, she would will her to wake up and say a silent prayer into her ear.
Mickey and Ian would sit back, both with tears in their eyes, as they heard the whispered words.
After Mandy would leave for the night, Mickey would climb into bed with his husband and they would fall asleep with their hands bound together, snuggled into eachothers neck.
On the seventh day, Ian sat in his bed, holding his sleeping husband as he heard the gurgling sound coming from across the room.
Christy's blood pressure was going great, as were her oxygen levels and she was already breathing on her own, so she didn't need a respirator. Mandy was gone to the cafeteria to get some food for her and her red headed brother in law.
"Mickey" Ian whispered, as he shook the sleeping man. "Mickey, wake up. I think Chris is waking up."
Mickey jolted from what Ian thought might have been a nightmare, judging my the look on his face.
"Wh wh what?" Mickey asked, confused as to where he was. When he fully opened his eyes, he realized he was in the hospital with Ian and Christy.
"Mick, I think Chris is waking up" the redhead repeated himself.
Mickey looked around, blinking sleep from his eyes. When he looked over to Christy, he noticed her hands were moving.
"Holy shit, Chris" he gasped as he jumped out of the bed and ran to her side.
"Uuugh" she mumbled as she opened her eyes wide as he grabbed her hand. "Where am I?" Christy asked, hoarseness in her voice.
Mickey smiled and a tear fell down his cheek.
"Why the fuck are you crying?" Christy asked after she swallowed down the dryness of her throat. "I need some fucking water".
"You were in a car accident. Both you and Ian. You got fucked up a little more than him though. But you're both alive" he expressed.
"What the fuck...a accident?" she asked. "Where is Mandy?"
As if Mandy had heard her, She came barreling through the door.
"For fuck sakes. can I get some help asshole?" she asked, almost dropping the food from her arms as she looked up.
"Mandy!" Christy cried.
The brunettes eyes went wide as she dropped all of the food to her feet and she ran over to her girlfriends bed.
"Christy" Mandy cried as she took the blond girls hands into her own "You're awake!"
Christy smiled at her beautiful girlfriend. "Mands, don't cry. please." The blonde whispered.
Mandy grabbed her girlfriends hand and softened the grasp when she noticed the blond wincing in pain.
"Oh god, you're alive" Mandy cried as she landed soft sweet kisses on her girlfriends knuckles. "You scared the shit out of me. Out of everyone."
"What happened?" Christy asked as Mickey ran out of the room. A few seconds later, Mickey came back in, followed by Christy and Ian's nurse, Lissa.
"Welcome back" The nurse beckoned. "You scared a lot of people. Can I get you anything?"
"I need some water" The blonde cried. "And I need to know what happened"
Lissa kindly smiled as she explained to the blond that she would need to call the doctor in to check her out before she could have anything to drink.
"Well hurry the fuck up. She is thirsty" Mandy cried, motioning to her girlfriend.
"I will be right back" Lissa said, smiling, as she walked out of the room to call the doctor in.
A few moments after Lissa left the room, Landon came through the door for his nightly visit before he left for his overnight job. He wasn't expecting what he saw when he walked in.
"Holy shit!" the boy exclaimed. "She's alive"
"Hey lan" Chris smiled. "Where is Jason? My parents? Have they even been here to see me?"
"Everyone has been here" Ian huffed from across the room.
"Oh Ian" Christy cried as she heard her best friends voice. "Are you ok?"
"I'm good Chris. Everyone has been so worried about you."
"What happened Ian?" The blond asked.
"I don't remember much, but from what I was told, we were hit by a red light runner. They damn near killed us, Chris."
Christy softly wepped as her girlfriend squeezed her hand.
"I will call Jason in. He has been sleeping in the waiting room, waiting for you to wake up" Landon said as he turned to leave the room.
"Thank you Landon" Mickey said.
As Landon left the room, the nurse made her way back into the room with the doctor in stow.
"Hello Ms. Davis. I'm Doctor Crosby. I was the one in charge when you and Ian came in. You were both tore up pretty bad. I got you both stitched up and I suspect you both will make a full recovery. But with you? There was a tear in your liver that we didn't see right away. You lost a lot of blood so we had to give you a blood transfusion…"
As the doctor was explaining things, Jason and Landon ran into the room.
"Thats it doc, I will explain the rest to her." Jason chastised. He didn't want the doctor to be the one to tell her who gave her the blood she needed, although, deep down, he knew he wouldn't.
"Explain what?" Christy asked, confused.
Jason looked over to Landon and rubbed his hands together with an exasperated look in his face.
"Jason? What? TELL ME" the blond demanded. "What needs to be explained?"
"...well" Jason started as he walked past the doctor, next to his sister and grabbed her hand. "You know you have a rare blood type. They needed a match for you. They tested all of us… Mom, Dad, Mickey, All the Gallaghers…"
"And?" Christy asked, glaring around the room. Ian hung his head to his chest and Mandy began crying.
"None of us were a match…" Jason said.
"What do you mean none of ya'll were a match?" She questioned.
"None of us were a match. But...Elena." Jason whispered.
"Elena? Our cousin? How is that possible?"
"She is our sister, Chris." Jason finally spit out after a few moments of awkward silence.
"Our.. our.. wha " Christy started.
"Honey, I tried so hard to tell you" Her mother chimed in, with her husband on her arm as she entered the room.
"What do you mean mom?" Christy asked.
"I gave birth to Elena. I was only a teenager. I didn't think anyone would ever find out." the older lady explained.
"I have had a sister my entire fucking life and was never told? WHAT THE FUCK MOM" Christy cried out.
It had been going on 6 weeks since the Accident. 8 weeks since the wedding. Jason was staying with Mandy and Christy, helping take care of his little sister. Ian was back at home, being cared for by his amazing husband.
A week ago, Ian had his casts taken off and then he was allowed to go home and was given the "all clear" for normal activities including sex as long as he took it easy. Christy made it home a few days after.
They were both doing "wonderfully well and recovering greatly". Those were the doctors exact words. Mickey felt a smile cross his cheeks, the first real one in weeks. He almost forgot how painful it was to smile.
Christy hadn't talked to her mother since the day she found out Elena, her cousin, was in fact her sister. Elena had stayed at the hospital every day up until she went home, and even followed her home to make sure she was doing ok.
The first 2 weeks Christy was home, Elena stayed over to help Mandy take care of her. She felt is was the least she could do, after all. Mandy was very gracious for the offer, but told her she didn't have to, but Elena insisted.
After that, Jason came over, banging on the front door at 2 o'clock in the morning, waking the girls from their sleep.
"What is it Jason?" Mandy asked as she opened the door and realized who it was making all the racket. Mandy also noticed he was carrying a suitcase and was most definitely drunk.
"I left" Jason slurred, holding himself up on the wall. "She went ape shit. She went off about how she couldn't handle having two gay kids."
Mandy pulled the door open, inviting the drunk man in.
"Wait..Wait" Mandy said, still sleepy. "Your mom?"
"No, Oprah. Of fucking course my mom." Jason said as he pushed himself through the door and made his way to the couch.
"I thought she settled down?" Mandy said as she retrieved extra blankets and pillows from a closet not far from the living room. She wasn't about to tell him he couldn't stay, the state he was in.
"HA! Me too! She did this when she found out that I was gay, but she eventually came around. But with Chris..."
"You can stay here for a few days and see how she does. Im sure everything will go back to normal."
"She came home from work tonight, in a mood. She caught Landon and I engaging in some rather... Extra curricular activities, and she flew the broom. I don't know what the hell came over her. I left with him for a while to let her cool down, and when I came home, she packed all my shit into this little fucking duffle bag, and here I am. "
Mandy smiled and wrapped her small fingers around his jaw. "You and your sister.. You two sure are bad ass"
"Hmph" Jason snorted. "Sure."
A few minutes went by and Mandy brought Jason a few ibuprofen and a glass of water and set in on the table next to the couch.
"When you wake up in the morning, take these, k? Drink lotsa water. If I can tell correctly, you're gonna be pretty damn hungover in the morning. Get some rest and I will let Chris know you're here. Good night."
"Night Mands. Thanks. For everything."
Mandy smiled as she walked out of the living room, back to her room she shared with her girlfriend.
"I feel so ugly. These scars are so ugly" Christy pouted as she and Mandy laid in their bed, watching movies.
Mandy looked over to her girlfriend with a confused look. "No they aren't. In the south side, you're not a beauty queen unless you have scars."
"Stop it, you know these scars are ugly." Christy continued.
Mandy turned to her side to face her blonde girlfriend and rested her head on the palm of her hand and placed her other hand on her girlfriend's face.
"Babe, you're fucking beautiful. Why can't you see that? There is nothing wrong with you" Mandy tried reassuring her.
"Mands, I'm hideous! I dont know why you are still with me"
Mandy sat up straight and straddled the blond and traced her fingers across her cheek. "Babe, you're beautiful. This scar right here…" Mandy insisted, as she traced a pink scar from her forehead to the middle of her cheek softly with her fingertip "adds character. It makes you look like a bad ass. Like you kicked some dudes ass."
Christy shyly smiled and looked away from the gaze of her girlfriend.
Christy slowly traced her finger down to her girlfriend's neck, where an IV was placed, and circled the little patch of pink. "This makes you look like you were bitten by that sexy vampire chick in that vampire movie. You know? The blond one? Princess somethin or other…"
Christy giggled at that while Mandy continued her slow lingering on the pale skin below her. When she made it to Christy's chest, she traced the blonds areola through her t-shirt. Mandy causally bit her lip as she felt the hitch in her girlfriend's breathing.
"This part of your skin is even more perfect" the brunette whispered. "God sure as fuck doesn't make mistakes."
Christy arched her back at the soft touch. Her nerves were coming alive right under the touch of the young brunette. Mandy continued her soft assault across the blonde's chest to her other nipple.
"This is one is my favorite. Its so pink and perky and perfect." Mandy smiled as she slowly lifted the insulting t-shirt above her girlfriend's breasts and breathed her hot breath, puckering her nipple even harder. Christy visibly relaxed under her girlfriend's hands until the brunette traced her fingers down to her navel, next to the scar from where her liver was repaired. She winced in slight discomfort, but shrugged it off.
"You ok?" Mandy asked, seeing her girlfriend in discomfort.
"Yea, just a little tender" Christy smiled. "Keep touching me."
Mandy pulled her hands away from the soft skin below her touch and smiled teasingly.
"Nope"
"Ahh come on! Touch me. The doctor said it was ok" Christy begged.
"Babe, you're still tender, I don't want to hurt you"
"I will be alright" the blond replied as she reached up and grabbed her girlfriend's hand and placed it back on her stomach.
Mandy smiled and slowly traced small soft circles around her navel and traced a line to her pubic hair.
"I need to clean that up" Christy said shyly.
Mandy softly tugged the short hairs between her thumb and finger. "I kinda like it. You should keep it"
"Its so itchy though" Christy giggled.
Mandy pulled herself from her girlfriend's lap and nuzzled her nose into the hair.
"I love the way it tickles my nose. Its perfect. Keep it."
Christy smiled and nodded her head slightly. Mandy smiled wide as she stuck two fingers from each hand into the side of her pajama pants and tugged at the fabric and snapped it back to her skin.
"You need to lose these if you want me to keep touching" Mandy said, sex oozing from her voice.
Christy smiled and bucked the brunette from her lap to remove the insulting garment.
The brunette traced her finger across the blonds entrance, feeling Christy's wetness through the soft cloth.
The blond arched her back off of the bed and into Mandy's hand.
"You're so eager" Mandy hissed. "Like you have been waiting"
"Too long" Christy replied.
The younger girl traced her waiting girlfriend's panties a little longer, long enough to feel the blonde shake under her touch. Her body begging for release.
"Please Mandy, quit teasing. I need you."
Mandy smiled as she quickly grabbed at her girlfriend's panties and ripped them off, never to be worn again.
"About fucking time" Christy huffed as Mandy quickly sank two spit covered fingers into her.
"That was the shitiest movie I have ever fucking seen" Mickey feigned annoyance.
He promised his husband he would watch 'The Notebook' with him if he would watch The Kill Bill movies with him. He didn't exactly want to NOT want to watch it, he just never wanted to watch it with Mandy. "There is no way in hell a couple could literally die together. It just can't happen!"
"It can too, Mick. You just have to believe it can." Ian knew it sounded stupid when he said it, but he couldn't take it back.
"How the hell can you believe in dying together?" Mickey asked as he threw his hands in the air.
"Well, if you love someone hard and long enough, anything could happen" the young redhead shrugged.
"Well, We ain't dying together." Mickey huffed as he tossed his popcorn bag to the coffee table. He didn't mean it badly, he just didn't want Ian to ever die, and he sure as hell didn't want to live life without his husband.
"You know you want to die with me Mick" the redhead joked. "you can't live life without me. And I know for sure, if you were to die first, I'd probably blow my head off."
"Damn straight. If you ever fucking blow your head off, I will haunt you" Mickey laughed, although he was serious, and Ian fucking knew it.
"Chill, Mick. I don't have a reason. As long as I have you, I don't have a reason to want to die" The redhead said smiling as he wrapped his arm around the brunette's waist.
"I'm in the mood for something sweet. Do we still have stuff to make a sundae?" Mickey asked, dragging Ian slowly behind him, into the kitchen.
"We have... Vanilla Ice cream..." Ian said as he unlocked himself from Mickey and opened the freezer. "We also have Cherries...fudge...whipped cream. But I think we're out of nuts" he finished as he rummaged through the fridge for the rest of the goodies.
"I've got your nuts right here" the redhead heard his husband say as he closed the fridge door with all the goodies in his arms.
clank-clank-clank
Ian dropped everything in his hands as he witnessed Mickey laying now butt ass naked on the countertop, on his side, cupping his sack and his other arm holding his head up.
With a huge grin, the redhead slowly made his way to Mickey and planted a small kiss on the brunette's knee as he kneaded one of his thighs.
"My favorite kind" Ian laughed. "Not what I was in the mood for, but how can I say no to such a beautiful cock?"
"Enough with the dirty mouth. Suck my dick" Mickey huffed as he pushed the redheads mouth around his 7 inches of very hard muscle.
A dirty mouth he had. A very very dirty mouth with a man attached who was great at taking orders.
Ian took the head of Mickey's cock into his mouth, licking around the top and over the slit, dipping the tip of his tongue in and out while softly stroking the brunette.
The older man bucked his hips into his husband's mouth as the redhead's tongue softly licked down his shaft. It was the greatest feeling Mickey had ever felt; his dick in Ian's mouth. Wet and warm and slick.
"How bout that sundae?" Ian asked as he made a popping sound with his cheeks as he released the brunette from his mouth.
"What the hell, Ian. You're hungry and Im trynna get fucked. Can it wait?" Mickey asked, annoyed.
"No Mickey, I'm hungry now." Ian grinned as he picked up the half gallon of Vanilla Ice cream from the floor. "I think you might like what I want to make." he finished as he popped the lid off and stuck his finger in the melting sweet cream.
"Really, now?" Mickey asked as he raised an eyebrow.
"mmhmm" Ian grinned as he seductively sucked his finger into his mouth. "Want some?"
Mickey jumped off the counter pretty fucking quickly. By the look on his husband's face, he knew what kind of sundae Ian was talking about. A Gallagher sundae. and that fucking made him horny and made his mouth water.
"Gimme that" Mickey said as he took the Ice cream from the redhead and stuck two fingers in and pulled out a clump of freezing ice and shoved it into his mouth.
Ian grinned ear to ear as the idea popped into his mind.
"Don't gimme that look, Gallagher. You're up to something. Tell me." Mickey started as Ian grabbed the bottle of chocolate syrup from his feet.
"Thought I could make that sundae you were craving" the redhead said as he licked his lips and popped the top cap open. He gently squeezed a little over the top of the ice cream and "accidentally" dripped some on Mickey's hand.
"Let me clean that for you"
Mickey raised an eyebrow in question as Ian licked the insulting syrup from his wrist.
"Dont want to get sticky, now do we?" Ian asked seductively
"We don't need that" Mickey replied awkwardly as he raised one of eyebrows. He had never experienced any food play and the idea was always weird to him, but being with Ian, he was always up to knew things. A Gallagher Sundae was happening and he was perfectly OK with that.
"mm-mmm" Ian hummed as he shook his head. His tongue now fondling the older man's fingers.
The way Ian moved his tongue around his fingers made his dick grow harder and harder. He wanted to just throw the sundae Idea away and let Ian fuck his brains out right then and their on their kitchen island, but he knew he had to wait. He was too excited for this sundae his husband made him crave.
Mickey casually took the syrup from Ian, and slowly started to apply little drops of it over different spots of his skin, allowing Ian to suck it off of his skin. The closer Ian got to Mickey's hip bones, the harder Ian sucked the skin, forming little red circles.
"mm, you like that don't you?" Ian asked as Mickey's dick throbbed harder and harder the closer his mouth got.
"fuck yes." Mickey replied.
"fuck the sundae" Ian mumbled as he pushed his lips to Mickey's. "I want you now"
"You dont have to fuckin tell me twice" Mickey replied as he pushed his body up onto the counter behind him and pulled Ian between his thighs.
"Eager are we?" Ian asked as he inserted one very cold and wet finger into Mickey.
"fffffuck" Mickey cried. "fuckin cold"
"Sorry" the redhead replied as he kept fingering the brunette. "The more I work you, the warmer my fingers get"
"its been like 3 months. take it easy. This isnt a race" Mickey laughed.
"Im sorry" Ian said again as he gently stretched Mickey open a little more and shoved his tongue further down his husbands throat.
"mmhmm" Mickey moaned as he pushed his hips closer to Ian's. It had been far too long and he was wanting his husband far too badly. He missed the feeling of being full. Not just by Ian's dick, but he also missed the feeling of the connection they shared; the intimacy. He pulled Ian closer and ran his fingernails down Ian's spine just to feel the goosebumps rise and skim over his own skin.
That was the beginning of the end. The beginning of the end of their dry spell.
Ian spit in his free hand and Mickey spat on his dick for the added lube, as they were too wrapped up in each other to send out a search party. They both wanted it then and there. Nothing could stop them.
With a few strokes, Ian lined himself up to his husbands puckering hole and slowly pushed himself inside as Mickey let out a muffled scream as he bit into the redhead's shoulder.
"Want me to stop?" Ian asked as he stilled his hips between the brunette's thighs.
"fuck no, you stupid?" Mickey asked, annoyed. "Plus, aint I supposed to ask that? You're the one who was laid up in the hospital."
"Mick, Im fine" Ian Chuckled. "This is all I could ask for.. this moment. This time with you..."
Mickey smiled a huge grin and pulled Ian in for a kiss.
"And besides, its been a really long time since i felt you clinch around me" Ian smugly smiled.
"Alright, Alright." Mickey said as embarrassment washed through his eyes and redness rushed over his skin. "Keep fuckin goin and don't stop till I tell ya to, understand?"
A smile the length of the empire state building spread from Ian's face as he slowly began pounding into his very horny husband. If he felt a little pain in his side, he was too man enough to say anything and didn't want to ruin the moment (and the sex) for the older man.
As Ian fucked harder into his husband, the angle just didn't feel right. Mickey pushed him out and climbed off the counter and pulled out a chair that was near them at the table.
"Sit" Mickey demanded.
Ian did as he was told and the brunette climbed over his lap and slowly pushed himself down the redhead's cock, filling him more and more. Once Mickey was confidant Ian was comfortable, he wrapped his arms around the redhead's neck and planted soft kisses across his shoulders as he began to slowly grind in his lap, feeling Ian brush against his prostate.
The older boy wrapped his feet around the legs of the chair and began riding his husband faster and harder. Ian had his hands gripping Mickey's waist for a more controlled thrust.
"Fuck yeah" Ian moaned as Mickey continued to ride him. "You like that? You missed this, didnt you?" He asked.
Mickey bit down on his bottom lip and shook his head up and down. The feeling of being full and on edge kept him quiet, but the relentless pounding he was taking made him moan in ecstasy.
"Slow down Mick. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere" Ian whispered as he brought his hands to his husbands face and brought their lips together.
"Can't. too. Horny." Mickey cried as he continued his assault.
Ian stilled his husband with his hands. "Mickey, Look at me"
Mickey stopped grinding his hips and made eye contact with the man below him.
Ian could see the tears start to break as he looked at him.
"Mickey. Im right here. I'm OKAY. look at me. I am alive." Ian whispered. "Im right here."
That was all it took. Mickey broke down in tears and planted his face into Ian's shoulder.
Ian softly caressed Mickey and let him know it was ok.
"I was so fucking scared, Ian. You have no fucking clue. I thought I lost you. I have barely had you and I thought you were dead."
"Micha Gallagher! I am 100% right here, right now. I'm touching you. I'm kissing you. Hell, I'm trying to fuck you. Can't you see that I am here?"
"Fuck Ian, Don't you know I know that?" Mickey replied. "the dick up the ass didn't come from nowhere."
Both boys laughed at the understatement and slowly, the pain in Mickey's eyes vanished.
"Ian Gallagher, I love you, and if you ever scare me like that again, I will kill you myself. Got it?"
Ian grinned wide and said "Got it."
"Good" Mickey replied. "Now can we continue this? I was so fucking close to nutting all over your stomach."
Ian slapped his husband on the ass. "Sure. But take it easy. And can we do it somewhere more comfortable? This chair is killing me and I haven't even been here for 2 minutes."
Mickey climbed off his husband and took him by the hand and led him to their bedroom, where the bed was in shambles.
"Now, let me take care of you, k?" Ian said.
"And how you gonna do that?" Mickey asked.
"All I need for you to do is keep your sexy ass in the air" Ian replied.
Mickey smiled and once again kissed his husband. "Got it" He said as he turned around and bent over, giving Ian a nice view of his ass in the air. "Use the lube, huh?"
"Already on it" Ian laughed as he opened the nightstand and pulled it out.
Mickey patiently waited until Ian was right behind him, lining himself up.
"Get on me, Gallagher" Mickey huffed as Ian took his sweet time kneading his ass and thighs.
"Yes sir" Ian said as he slowly pushed himself into the waiting man.