This is written for Gallavich Week, Day 1 - First Time.

Warning: May give you major feels.

Disclaimer: I don't own Shameless because if I did, it definitely wouldn't have ended like that.

LISTEN UP MOTHERFUCKERS.. I'M ABOUT TO BLOW Y'ALL THE FUCK AWAY WITH THE FIRST TIME GALLAVICH FIC.. IT'S ABOUT THEIR FIRST KISS (AU).. MICKEY IS ALL NERVOUS AND SHIT AND HE WANTS IT TO BE PERFECT AND IAN KISSES HIM RANDOMLY AND IT'S ALL HANDS AND TONGUES AND TOUCHING AND GASPING AND PREPARE TO BE A-FUCKING-MAZED BITCHES

Mickey was nervous, to say the least. He didn't know why. Their whole relationship had been backwards. First they fucked. Then they were dating. And now they were gonna have their first kiss. He knew Ian would comment on the effort he went through to set this all up just so they could finally kiss.

It would only be a few more minutes until Ian showed up and Mickey had nothing else to do, so he waited. It felt like hours but he was sure it had been only minutes when Ian finally arrived. Ian joined Mickey on the giant blanket he'd set out for them.

"So.." Mickey started.

"So."

"I really want us to have our first kiss, Ian." Mickey rushed out, letting a blush flash across his face for a brief moment.

Ian was mildly shocked. He new that this would happen at some point, but he never thought it would happen so soon into their "relationship".

"Oh." Was all Ian could manage.

"Sorry if that was too straightforward." Mickey mildly blushed and rubbed the back of his head awkwardly.

"No no no. It's just that - I uh - I wasn't expecting it to be so soon." Ian told him, grabbing Mickey's hands and holding them in his own.

Ian couldn't control himself. He lunged forward, capturing Mickey's lips with his own, sliding his tongue along Mickey's bottom lip, gaining access almost immediately. Ian was really getting into the kiss when Mickey pulled away, gasping for air.

"That's not how I imagined it." Mickey chuckled when he regained his breath.

"Oh? How did you imagine it?" Ian asked cockily, raising an eyebrow and letting a smirk graze his lips.

"I figured-" Mickey paused, making eye contact with Ian, and smirking, "-it was be a little more something like-" Mickey reached up and slid his hand around the back of his boyfriend's neck, and pulled him in, letting their lips brush momentarily, causing Ian to flick his tongue out and catch Mickey's upper lip for just a split second. Mickey smirked and leaned forward, grabbing Ian's bottom lip with his teeth. Ian couldn't help but let his eyes flutter closed, letting a small gasp escape his lips.

Mickey dipped his head down towards the hollow of Ian's throat, sucking a red mark that's sure to turn into a hickey.

"Mick." Ian panted, trying to regain his thoughts and pull himself together.

Mickey laughed shallowly into Ian neck as he started working his way back up. He kissed up the side of Ian's neck, stopping to gently bite and tug on Ian's earlobe, getting a gasp and something mixed between a moan and a groan. He then made his way around the other side Ian's neck before going up to his jawline and mumbling against it.

"You could cut me with this thing, Firecrotch."

Ian chuckled and let out a low moan in response.

Mickey made his way back to Ian's lips, but hovered for just a second before whispering against them.

"This."

And with that, Mickey closed the space between them ever so slowly.