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Trying to find the energy to focus in class when it’s freezing cold due to it being the middle of December, knowing that Mickey is in bed, naked, and still sleeping since his class was cancelled, is pure torture.
To be fair, Mickey did deserve some rest. Last night they filmed two videos back to back to help catch up from their Thanksgiving break. One was for their three thousand subscribers, when the fuck did that happen? A simple flip-fuck video where both he and Mickey finished inside one another, letting the camera zoom in on their dripping holes once they were finished. Ian can’t wait to post that and see the reaction.
The second was a request from MakeDaddyProud. He wanted to see Mickey pulled apart. A withering, moaning, whimpering mess. So, for an hour straight, Ian took his time milking Mickey’s prostate. He worked his fingers in slowly, mimicking the way a slug would writhe its body to move to its destination. Inch by Inch Ian would work his fingers deeper inside of Mickey until he reached that sweet spot that had his boyfriend’s legs kicking out from the intensity of being pleasured while spreading himself open to give more access.
He rubbed and pressed and teased that ball of nerves and as soon as Mickey had painted his chest with warm white strings of cum, Ian pulled out the prostate massager and set the vibrations to intermittent, watching his lover fall apart all over again. After each release, Ian upgraded the toy to something bigger, more powerful until MakeDaddyProud had ten minutes left of his paid time, and that’s when Ian pushed inside Mickey’s used-up hole, making sure to rub his boyfriend's prostate raw before filling him up with his own warm streaks of cum.
So in all honesty, Mickey deserves the rest and extra sleep, but all Ian can think about as his professor points at the slide show, is how he’d rather be laying beside his boyfriend and like the echo of waves in a seashell, for Ian, it seems as though every sound within the classroom is an echo of Mickey’s boner-causing whines that Ian had been extracting from his lover's body.
“Mr Gallagher, do you agree?”
His professor’s voice snaps Ian from his daydream. Ian’s eyes scan the notes on the board, quickly trying to calculate what the last sentence was that he heard his professor speak but his mind comes up blank.
“Perhaps a little less daydreaming and a little more focus on what’s being discussed in class.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Ian sinks back into his seat, trying desperately to keep his attention on the remainder of the discussion.
“Ian. Hey. Got a sec?” Nate’s voice has Ian inwardly groaning. Ever since the birthday party he and Mickey attended for some guy that clearly had the hots for Mickey, a thought that still gets Ian’s blood boiling with jealousy, Nate has kept his distance, a Hail Mary in itself.
“Ian,” Nate’s puffing, the cold air causing it to look as though he’s smoking five cigarettes at once. “I’ve been meaning to speak with you about something.” A hand lands on Ian’s shoulder.
He stops walking and spins to face Nate. “Nate, I really don’t have the time to get into-”
“I’m sorry.” Nate’s words cut Ian off and cause him to do a double-take from what is actually happening.
“Uhh,” Ian’s about to ask what for, but Nate again cuts him off.
“I’ve met someone.” Nate blurts out. “It’s new, but it’s made me realise, I guess you could call it, my obsession, toward you, was…inappropriate.”
Obsession is one word for it, Ian thinks. Still, he tries to brush it off, not wanting to dive into the past or what caused Nate’s addiction. “Nate…you don’t have to-”
“I want to. Please.” Ian can see the desperation in Nate’s eyes. “The guy I’m seeing is not at all what I expected to find myself attracted to, but he’s funny and kind and generous and giving,” and Ian’s wondering why he still needs to listen to all of this. “But most of all, it’s made me release that my behaviour was unacceptable. I knew you weren’t interested and I’m sorry. I’m happy for you and Mickey, really.”
Nate's apology sounds genuine. Ian decides to let it all go and offers a smile of appreciation back to his fellow classmate.
“Thank you. That means a lot.” He goes to walk away, only for Nate to call out one last time.
“Maybe we can go on a double date sometime?”
Ian chuffs under his breath, already knowing the answer to that. “Maybe. We’ll have to see.” Ian waves off to Nate, heading back toward his dorm room, hoping Mickey is still in bed.
“A boyfriend?” Mickey asks as he takes a bite of his burger.
“Yep, that’s what he said. Chased me down just to tell me and apologise. But I don’t know, some part of it still seemed like he was hopin’ I’d be jealous or something.”
“Jesus, imagine if he ever came across our OnlyFans. Kid would have to admit himself to the hospital for jerking it too many times. Strain his dick or some shit.”
Ian laughs, choking on his coke as he takes a sip from the straw. Although the thought is funny, the notion itself is disturbing. He hopes Nate never finds out.
“You busy this weekend?” Ian decides to change the topic.
“Unfortunately, my worse nightmare has come to life,” Mickey states.
“Oh?”
“Class that was cancelled today, professor emailed to inform us of a pairing assignment. Because the world wants to punish me for actually being happy for a change, I’ve been placed with Trent.”
Ian has to pound on his chest to help the half-chewed burger slide down his oesophagus and not have him choking to death. He coughs, “Sorry…” he coughs again, “Did you say, Trent?”
“Sadly…asshole will probably make me do all the fuckin’ work since his lazy ass can barely pass a course.”
“I don’t know. Being partnered up with you might give him some incentive.” He picks up a fry and drags it through the ketchup, his mood sour.
“Ay, no mopin’. You got nothing to worry about, Firecrotch.”
“Please, he knew we were together, even if it was fake at the time, and yet he still tried to kiss you.”
“'Tried' being the keyword in that sentence.” Mickey places his burger down, dusting his hands of crumbs and grease. “Doesn’t feel too good, does it."
“Huh?” Ian locks eyes with his boyfriend.
“Jealousy. Self-doubt. Feels pretty shitty, am I right?… Now you know how I felt around Thanksgivin’.”
Their discussion that night after the restaurant, the one that led to the best edge play Ian has ever experienced helped him understand why Mickey felt so shitty after what happened. But right now, these emotions that have attacked him out of nowhere, well, now he can’t deny that they both have a possessive side that feels threatened the second someone else, even someone who isn’t a threat, gets mentioned.
“Trust me, I know this feeling well from before we were dating.” Ian reaches his arms across the diner table and takes Mickey’s hands in his. “So, since Trent will be of no assistance, this weekend we’re going out. The assignment can wait.”
“Can it now?” Mickey cocks an eyebrow.
“Just a few hours. There’s a Tarantino marathon. Reservoir Dogs, Pulp Fiction and The Hateful Eight.”
“A few hours? Ian those movies come to fuckin’ eight hours of cinema.”
“Okay, so we don’t have to see all three, but it’s at this retro cinema and your seat is actually these day beds so, ya know, maybe we don’t have to watch the whole movie,” Ian smirks, hoping Mickey catches on.
“Ya saying you want to fuck me in public, Gallagher?” A loud slurping sound can be heard as Mickey finishes the last of his drink.
“Not fuck, maybe blow. It’ll be dark so doubt anyone would be watching.”
The all-too-familiar sound of their OnlyFans notification interrupts their flirtatious teasing. Ian opens the message, their weekly private show for WatchMeWatchYou had been put on pause over Thanksgiving and this week will be their first video back with him.
“Old man must’a forgot. Today’s Wednesday, he’s a day late.” Mickey shoves the last of his burger in his mouth.
“Probably out of routine because of our break.” Ian opens the message, reading it to himself first. “…Or not.”
“Or not what?”
“He didn’t forget, he just wanted to make sure our accessory would arrive in time before he sent his request,” Ian explains.
“Jesus, what now? Do these have secret rules also?”
Ian reads the message out loud, mindful of others around him.
To my sun and moon,
I hope the break did you well because I’m going to make you work for it after being left high and somewhat dry.
Arriving shortly will be an item for Ian to wear. Come Friday night, I expect Ian to be wearing nothing but my gift, which he shall not wear for anyone but me, while he uses Mickey like a human sex doll.
This means Mickey is not to talk, touch or move until Ian has taken pleasure from him. I want to see my sun fall apart from his own pleasure.
Looking forward to the show.
Yours truly, WatchMeWatchYou
“The fuck has he sent you to wear? I swear if it’s a bunny costume I’m pullin’ the plug.”
“If I had to guess, I’d say it’s going to be lingerie,” Ian states.
“You okay with that?”
He shrugs, “No biggie. Besides, as he said, it’s for his eyes only.” Ian takes a sip of his drink. “You okay with how he wants me to treat you?”
Mickey shrugs. “Me laying there while you ride my dick. Doesn’t seem so bad.”
“You gonna be able not to talk or touch? I know how loud you can get.” He offers a cocky smirk.
“Guess you might have to gag me then” Mickey winks and Ian’s dick twitches.
By Friday night Ian is buzzing with nervous and excited energy. The camera is set up to film from the side of the bed, this way Mr WatchMe will get a full-length view of Mickey cuffed from each wrist and ankle, gag in mouth, per Mickey’s suggestion, while giving Ian access to ride Mickey till his heart, or dick, is content.
Prior to their routine shower before any show, Mickey had slowly fingered him. Ian sat on Mickey’s lap, panting against his boyfriend’s soft pink lips as Mickey twisted and scissored him open. When Mickey curled his fingers, the tips rubbing against his prostate, Ian was incapable of holding it together, shooting his load so fiercely it landed on Mickey’s chin.
It’s almost become a habitual routine of theirs to have a moment together, privately, before their scheduled show for Mr WatchMe each Friday night. Perhaps it’s to help remind them that they put one another first, that they care for each other, love each other and want equal pleasure for one another, regardless of what they have to say or do in front of the camera.
It could also be due to the possessive element within their relationship that has Mickey wanting to open Ian prior to them filming any request that has him bottoming, whether it’s so it doesn’t take as long on camera or so it’s not unpleasant for him, either way, Ian loves that it’s something that just happens without either of them asking or suggesting they do it.
Ian never would have thought he’d become verse and if he were honest, he’s still a top more than anything. However, in this industry, he needs to be prepared to try things and it seems what their subscribers like to see is his power-bottom partner giving it to him hard and fast.
“So, if you need to stop, what do you do?” Ian asks, holding the gag in his hand before he fastens it around Mickey.
“Click my fingers three times.”
“And if you’re close to coming?”
“Click my fingers on both hands three times.”
“Good.” Ian leans forward, planting a tender kiss on his boyfriend's lips before the ball gag tightens around his mouth.
Ian steps toward the laptop and accesses the private screen room where Mr WatchMe is already waiting, just like many times before.
‘Good evening my sun.’ The words are typed in the chat box. Ian doesn’t miss the way he used ‘my’, something that has only just recently been happening during communication.
‘Per your requisition, Mickey is tied, gagged and waiting to be used.’ Ian states to the reflection of his face, video and audio are always disconnected from Mr WatchMe.
‘And my other request?’ The words appear.
Ian steps back so his whole body can be seen on the screen. He unzips the black hoodie he is wearing, his tone abs and ribcage tattoo instantly on display. His fingers toy with the waistband on his sweatpants, the clock is ticking after all, so he may as well draw out the suspense for their subscriber.
He pulls the left side of his sweatpants down an inch, revealing the black lace waistband underneath. Ian decides to turn around, his ass now the focus of the camera as he continues with the show, slowly sliding the material down till his cheeks pop over the fabric, perky and ripe.
The black lace G-string was only just large enough to be able to tuck himself in, but from this request being a video of him bottoming, Ian suspects Mr WatchMe selected the lingerie based on the way it shaped his ass.
Connected to the waist were two lace straps which were attached to a garter on each thigh. It feels like a sexy jockstrap and Ian wishes more than anything that Mickey’s hands were free so he could pull on it and snap the elastic against his skin.
He bends forward, similar to the well-known bend and snap from Legally Blonde, he can thank Debbie for that piece of information, only this time he pushes his sweatpants all the way to his ankles as he bends forward, his asscheeks opening for Mr WatchMe while he kicks off what is left of his clothing, out of the camera frame.
His eyes look over to Mickey, his boyfriend’s head turned toward him so he too can take in the show. He had purposely not shown Mickey what he was asked to wear, and from the way blood is rushing to his lover’s dick, it was worth the surprise.
Ian looks over his shoulder, his eyes locking on the camera. “Thank you for my gift. I hope you like it on me.” The words are not him at all, but over time, they have both learnt what some of their subscribers are looking for in terms of behaviour and the role they are expected to play.
When it comes to Mr WatchMe, Ian knows he needs to become a needy, but thankful bottom. He doesn’t have the body of a twink, not anymore, but it's obvious that’s the kinda thing their subscriber is into. A few times Ian’s been able to take charge and keep the role he and Mickey are comfortable being in, but it’s evident that Mr WatchMe is the one who wants to be in control. Who wants to spend his money to feel important and powerful.
He makes his way over to the bed, eyes roaming over Mickey’s beautifully naked body, hoping that his boyfriend can see the lust in his ocean-green eyes since he’s unable to acknowledge Mickey’s existence. Ian puts his knees up on the bed, his ass once again front and centre to the camera as he strokes Mickey out of frame, though he is mostly already at full mast. The twist of his hand has Mickey closing his eyes, basking in the sensation Ian is bringing to his boyfriend.
Ian clenches his ass once or twice, giving the camera a wink, hoping his hole is still a little red and open from earlier that day.
“This gift has me feeling so, sexy…naughty even.” Ian moves so he is straddling Mickey, hands grazing up and down his own thighs, fingers toying with the lace garter. “It’s got me feeling kinda, hot.”
He begins to rock back and forth against Mickey who is rock-hard beneath him. Mickey’s eyes are cast directly at him and it’s for his boyfriend's enjoyment that he begins to put on a show.
Ian’s hands roam up and down his body, light scratches from his nails leave a trail of where he has been. The tweak of his nipple, bite of his lip, the palming of his dick that is beginning to grow and strain against the thin fabric feels erotic, but it’s knowing that all Mickey can do is lay beneath him and watch that has him feeling so seductive.
The lube that was strategically placed on the mattress is what Ian reaches for next. To give the best view from his position, Ian lays on his side, back toward the camera which allows him to press his chest against Mickey’s side. With one leg draped over his lover’s legs, Ian lathers up two fingers and moves that thin strip of fabric between his cheeks just enough to give him access as he begins to work himself open for their subscriber to see.
Although it feels good, it’s nothing compared to the sensation Mickey has him feeling when his fingers are probing and twisting inside of him. Ian moans, but it feels somewhat forced. He can only hope Mr WatchMe can’t tell the difference. Throughout the whole process, Ian keeps his eyes on Mickey. He mouths ‘I love you’ in between his moaning and eventually decides that he is ready to get the show on the road.
“Thank fuck there is this big, fat dick here that I can use for my pleasure.” Ian wants to facepalm himself, could he sound any more like a bad eighties porno? He catches Mickey’s eye roll and tries not to chuckle.
Thighs positioned on either side of Mickey’s waist, Ian grips his boyfriend’s dick firmly, giving it a couple of strokes with the remaining lube on his hand as he lines himself up.
Ian sinks down onto Mickey’s thick, delicious uncut dick, tilting his head back and letting out a real moan of pleasure as he feels himself stretch open. He doesn’t stop until Mickey has bottomed out, making sure he has taken every single inch of his lover.
His hands claw down Mickey’s chest, loving that his opaque skin instantly shines a bright red from the marks he’s left behind. It takes a moment or two to adjust and once he does, Ian puts his thighs to work, bobbing achingly slow so that the stretch of his rim can be seen dragging along Mickey’s dick.
He wants to kiss Mickey. He wants to tell him how amazing he feels inside of him but he can’t because he as a person isn’t meant to be real.
Not able to stay silent, Ian begins to ramble whatever words come to mind as he brings himself closer to orgasm.
“God, that feels so fuckin’ good.”
“Love the burn from feeling stretched open.”
“Needa feel full.”
Mickey’s legs are trembling beneath him. His own starting to ache from the workout he is giving his thighs. Switching to a back-and-forth rocking motion, Ian has now found the perfect way to play and tease his prostate. The drag of Mickey’s dick against his walls as he pulls himself off, leaving nothing but the tip inside of him has Ian thinking about all the times he uses this technique on Mickey.
The front of his underwear is wet, precum leaking against the fabric. He knows he doesn’t have long before he shoots his load and from the way he is leaning forward, it’s allowing his dick to rub against Mickey’s stomach, giving him the perfect teasing sensation.
“Want to come so bad.”
“Want to be filled and dripping.”
“Fuck. Fuck. Right there. Yes!”
Both of Mickey’s hands begin to click his fingers. The timing couldn’t be more perfect as hot spurts of cum shoot inside of him just as Ian fills his black sheer lingerie with his own.
He wants to moan Mickey’s name, but he doesn’t, the last thing he needs is an excuse for Mr WatchMe to claim he needs to be punished for breaking the rules. Ian glances a look at Mickey’s face, cheeks rosy-red, sweat beading down his forehead. The timer on his phone gives off a small ding, letting Ian know there are five minutes left before the session is due to finish. Once again, his timing could not be more perfect.
With weak legs, Ian somehow finds the strength to lift himself off his boyfriend’s softening dick. He moves back into the position he was in when the session began, kneeling on the mattress, over Mickey’s body so his ass is pointing directly at the camera.
Ian reaches behind with his right hand, gripping his cheek and stretching himself open.
“Mmm, love feeling the cum drip out of me.” Ian begins to pulsate his ass to help extract the cum in large, quick blobs, purely for dramatic effect. He allows a few more seconds for Mr WatchMe to soak up the glorious cum shot before he slides off the mattress and faces the camera on shaky legs so the frame can capture his soiled panties.
“Thanks for my gift. It was fun.” He leans forward, winking into the camera and then clicks disconnect on the live feed.
Cum is sliding down his thigh but Ian ignores it as he rushes toward the bed to remove Mickey's gag.
“Jesus Christ. Were you tryin’ to fuckin’ kill me?” Mickey asks the second Ian unclasps the buckle.
“Could say the same for you.” Ian ignores Mickey’s hands for the time being, first wanting to get water into his boyfriend’s system, grabbing for the bottle he had stashed away on the floor.
“Here, drink.” He tilts the bottle as Mickey leans his head forward. Small sips are swallowed, and a few dribbles roll down the side of Mickey’s lips but besides that, Ian watches as his boyfriend drinks a quarter of the bottle.
Mickey pulls back, indicating he’s finished, letting out a gasp of relief. “Fuckin’ milked me dry, Gallagher.”
Ian begins to unclasp the cuffs, rubbing circulation back into Mickey’s arms, wrists, legs and ankles as he does so. “Wasn’t too much for ya?” Ian smirks as he locks eyes with his boyfriend.
“You kidding? The way you were bouncing on my dick like a pogo stick was fuckin’ sexy.”
He can feel the warmth in his cheeks as the blush spreads across his face. With Mickey’s limbs now free, Ian saddles up beside his boyfriend, missing his touch after going without it for their scene.
Mickey instantly wraps his arms around him, hands rubbing up and down his back as Ian drapes his legs over his boyfriend’s.
“Ya know, if I didn’t already know I was gay, seeing you in fuckin’ lace panties sure confirmed it.”
They both chuckle. Ian offers a small pinch as though to say ‘Shut up’ which only causes Mickey to try and retaliate, leading them to both roughhouse till Mickey finds his way on top of him, hands pinning Ian’s arms above his head, both of them smirking regardless of who won and who lost.
“This doing it for you, Mick? Dominating me as I lay in cum soaked panties, your cum dripping out of me?”
The twitch of Mickey’s dick against his thigh confirms it.
“Those pervs might think they get to own you, but this right here,” Mickey releases his grip on his right wrist and begins to trail his fingers down Ian’s body. “How you are right now, this just proves that you’re mine. Proves they’ll never get to fuckin touch you or mark you,” Suddenly Ian feels two fingers slip inside of him. “Only me.” Mickey whispers into his ear.
A deep-throated moan falls from Ian’s lips. His legs open on instinct to give Mickey more access to his thoroughly stretched hole. Mickey’s fingers push what’s left of the cum back and forth inside of him, the sensation so filthy that Ian gasps as lips and tongue begin to lap at his crotch, the sheer fabric allowing Mickey to taste and clean up the cum that was being held within.
“Your ass belongs to me.” Mickey purrs between kitten licks, his fingers curling and rubbing against Ian’s over-sensitive prostate. “Your dick is for my pleasure only.” Ian finds himself nodding, words no longer existing. “And your cum is only for my ass and my mouth.”
Mickey’s mouth travels from Ian’s crotch, down to his ass.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Mickey.”
“That’s it, say my name, bitch.”
“Ain’t no bodies b- OH FUCK! …Bitch.” Ian’s hand reaches for Mickey’s head, his fingers threading through black silky hair as he grips it with all his might.
“Pretty sure me breeding you’re ass makes you my bitch.”
There is no point arguing. The pleasure is too intense to care who’s right or wrong. At the end of the day, they’re equals regardless of the role they play.
“Shit, Mickey.” His dick is once again straining against the fabric, the dried cum that Mickey hadn’t cleaned is pulling at his thin wispy hairs. “Fuck. ‘M close.”
Ian whimpers as the tongue cleaning him better than a dishwasher could clean dirty plates moves away from his ass, only to feel relief from the warm mouth suddenly on his dick.
The sound of elastic slapping against skin is what Ian hears before the slight sting can be felt on his thigh. Mickey does it again and again and again until Ian is begging his boyfriend to take the lingerie off.
Fingers claw into the sides of the waistband and in one swift pull, Mickey rips apart the g-string. Although the lingerie can barely be classified as underwear, Ian feels a sudden relief from having the material no longer holding him in.
His back arches off the mattress as Mickey begins to jerk him off and even though he had come only moments ago, Ian is on the brink of falling apart.
“Shit, Mickey. Fuck, I come- I’m coming.”
His lover’s warm mouth wraps around the tip of his dick and like a bullet shooting out of the barrel of a gun, Ian comes hard down his boyfriend’s throat, pornographic moans filling the room as both he and Mickey bask in the sensation.
Whether it was minutes or only seconds, Ian opens his eyes to the room spinning, his boyfriend laying beside him, smirking as he wipes at his mouth and Ian swears his heart can be seen beating out of his chest.
“Holy fuck. That was…”
“Yeah… remember this the next time someone tries to make you act like I ain’t here.”
Ian rolls just enough so he can place his hand on Mickey’s cheek.
“Hated not being able to touch ya,” Mickey mumbles.
“Hated it too.” He runs his thumb against Mickey’s cheekbone. “Lemme take you out tomorrow. I can spend this guy’s money showing you off in public where we can touch each other so much that everyone around us rolls their eyes and feels grossed out.”
He watches as Mickey pretends to ponder on the idea, rolling his eyes and groaning as though it sounds like the lamest thing on the planet.
“Fuck it. The assignment’s a piece of cake, can do that shit in my sleep, don’t know why we need partners.” Mickey pulls their blanket up, covering them both. “I guess you can take me to the damn movie marathon. But I ain’t getting my dick out in public. People gotta pay to see that shit and the last thing we need is the cops being called on us, you’d lose your scholarship.”
Smiling, Ian leans forward, planting a kiss against the lips of the man he loves with his whole heart. He pulls back, seeing the happiness he’s feeling mimicked on the face of his boyfriend and although he had joked about sneaking a blowie in the dark, there’s a part of Ian that suddenly feels ill at the thought of anyone besides himself seeing Mickey come undone.
He ignores it. Must be his mood after the intense orgasms he just had back to back because why else would he feel this way all of a sudden, why now?