Gallavich prompt: good boy
They allcalled him good boy. At theclub when he was rubbing on their junk or putting on a show. It always soundedso perverted or skeevy coming from the fuckin’ geriatrics who would whisper itin his ear, amongst other things. He was on too many drugs to care but he knewwhat he looked like to them. He knew that was all he was good for, a quick bjin the alley or a fuck in their hotel room. It was endless and Ian hatedhimself more and more until one blue eyed boy whom he had convinced himself wasout of his life just showed up one day.
Mickey hated it, the whole thing. The club, the music, thedudes. But most of all he hated that he could see them putting their hands onIan and whispering things in his ear while he danced or grinded on them. Ianwould smile and lap it up like a fucking puppy. What the hell did he care whatthese pricks thought? What the fuck did they know? Ian was a sweet kid anddeserved the world and none of these fuckers gave a damn about him either way.So he punched out a few of the guys before he was barred from the Fairy Talefor good. He would of course always manage to sneak back in and make a show ofletting his presence be known.
Mickey never says things like that, he doesn’t want to beassociated with those assholes and even if he did, only pussys say shit likethat. Instead Mickey shows he cares in ways other than ordering room service.Instead he asks questions like Did youtake your meds today? Did you want something to eat? Ay, you okay, Gallagher?These are words that make Ian smile and know that things are different now. Mickeywas playful, teasing, he would ruffle Ian’s hair or peck him on the cheek andIan felt like his world would be okay for once.
And when it wasn’t and he would stay in bed for days on end Mickeywould whisper in his ear over and over it’sokay, you’re good, I got ya I got ya okay?, you’re gonna be all fucking right.Sooner or later those were the words that Ian would focus on; those were thewords he needed to hear.
