Prison Boyfriends 🧡🔒🧡
This @gallacrafts theme stirred my artist!Mickey feels because the first prison association was the drawings on the walls of their cell!
A thing that canonically happened, but was never shown to us. Mickey sketching Ian to pin the picture on the wall of their cell. Such an intimate moment that was snatched away from us. So, there you go, your weekly doze of Mickey's hands + prison gallavich + Mickey's sketching skills + a one-shot of this scene✨
A few days into their shared prison sentence in the Beckman Correctional Facility Mickey finally gets a hold of a sketch book and some pencils.
The plan was to get them earlier, before Ian arrived, so that he could pass the time directing his mind and hands into something... productive. His reputation and general demeanor quickly earned him the respect needed to purchase certain harmless objects from the real world. But, of course, the delivery took a while.
So his set of graphite pencils and a plain black sketch book end up in his hands a little later, with Ian already sprawled on the bunk above him, napping peacefully.
Mickey pays the discussed fee and studies the supplies for a few moments before putting them down in the pile of their other belongings. He doesn't use them for a while. He and Ian have things much more interesting than drawing on their minds. So many years spent in denial, in hiding, full of doubts and fears - it's only fair that now that they're finally together, locked in the same room, they fuck like rabbits at any given chance.
Mickey doesn't have enough free time to pick up the drawing kit for a couple of weeks.
The first time he actually wants to do it though, it's when the two of them are lying on his lower bunk, Mickey on his back with Ian curled up on top of him. The younger boy is relaxed and comfortable, ear pressed to Mickey's chest so that his head rises and falls with each of his boyfriend's breaths.
Mickey runs his fingers through Ian's dyed hair and massages his scalp gently. His eyes travel up and down the expanse of Ian's toned arms, perfectly shaped shoulders and biceps, the way his huge palm rests on his waist possessively.
He's gorgeous and if Mickey could he would take a picture. But he can't. Or can he?
"Come on up, Gallagher," he says softly. He makes a move to sit up himself as he ushers the man up and pushes him away slightly. Ian's features strain in concern.
"Why? What's wrong?" He rubs his hand that has fallen asleep. They were cuddling for way too long and Ian's left arm was under Mickey the whole time.
"Wanna do something," he mutters cryptically and twists his body to rummage through their stuff next to his bunk. "Stand up."
Ian obeys, reluctantly tearing himself away from the warmth of his partner, and gets up. He adjusts his prison robe as he stands there awkwardly, waiting for Mickey to explain what's going on. The dark haired man glances at him.
"Nah, man, take that shit off." He nods at Ian's chest and all of it falls into places in Ian's head.
He smirks and shrugs off the top of his yellow jumpsuit and quickly discards his wife-beater, tossing it on his top bunk. Mickey is still turned away, so he licks his lips as he leans forward to grab his chin and make the man look at him.
Mickey opens his mouth to protest, but Ian shuts him up with a deep kiss. His body reacts immediately, heart speeding up, but he manages to pull away with a chuckle.
"Not for that, you, horny bastard," he breathes out with a smile and gently pushes Ian's confused face away.
"Then what is it you want?" He asks dubiously, settling down next to Mickey's thighs with a sigh.
His boyfriend's gaze measures him up and sighs. Ian fucking Gallagher is really a sight to behold.
"Been meaning to do something forever," he mutters and grabs his drawing equipment, biting his lip tentatively.
Ian just blinks at him as the man leans against the wall behind him, pulls his knees closer to himself. He opens the sketch book and places it on his thighs, a pencil between his fingers.
"Oh," he nods slowly and Mickey sneaks a quick glance at him.
"This okay?"
Ian gulps and scratches his temple. "Yeah," he nods a few times again. "Yeah, Mick. Of course."
He gets off the bunk bed and takes a step back to give Mickey a chance to take a good look at him.
"How do you want me to-?"
Mickey bites his lip some more as he thinks about the pose. "Hands up in the air."
Ian frowns and lifts them up awkwardly, his stance resembling a 'put your hands where I can see them' situation, making Mickey roll his eyes.
"Not like this, I'm not about to shoot you, Red," he chuckles.
"Then tell me what you want to see," Ian shrugs.
"I want-" he cuts himself short, breath catching in his throat. There wasn't anything specific in his mind until Ian asked and now... Well, now there is.
"What?"
"Put them up like... Like when you danced for me," he breathes out and Ian blinks a few times at him before lifting his hands and placing them behind his head.
"Like this?"
Mickey nods abruptly and adjusts the grip on his pencil. Yeah. That definitely works perfectly. His arms on display, torso out in the open and his beautiful face.
None of them breaks the silence for the next few minutes as Mickey sketches the outlines of Ian's broad chest, his toned arms and the shape of his face.
He takes his time and studies every curve of his boyfriend's body. Not out of necessity, no. He's pretty sure he knows the way his man is built. Seen him change from a lanky teenager into a beefy grown up. Has been tracing every inch of his skin with his lips for the last few months almost on a daily basis.
He remembers every single dip of his body, every beauty mark. Freckles are hard, these are countless. Still, he does his best at memorizing the patterns they form.
He studies Ian's body just because he can. He can and he wants to and the way Ian is looking at him right now is totally worth it.
It doesn't take long for Mickey to finish the drawing. It's not like he was going to create the most detailed artwork. It's been a while since he practiced drawing bodies and his skills are rusty, but he hopes he's good enough to do Ian justice anyways.
"All done," he says and tosses the pencil away as Ian moves to sit on the bed beside him. He reaches out to pull the sketch book towards himself and his lips part.
"It's incredible," Ian mutters, eyes wide as he takes in the drawing before looking up at Mickey. He's biting his lip nervously, somehow feeling extremely vulnerable in the moment. "You're incredible."
Mickey huffs out a short breath and shakes his head. "It's... whatever." He avoids his lover's gaze, but Ian is not having any of that. He tilts his head back towards him and leans in to press a soft kiss to Mickey's lips.
"You are incredible," he states, not leaving room for argument, and seals it with another kiss. This one is deeper. With more purpose. Making Mickey believe Ian's words.
The next morning Ian jumps off his bunk bed to see the picture attached to the wall on his right. He smiles and traces it with his finger.
It is the first one to decorate their cell, but it's definitely not gonna be the last.
🧡🔒🧡
