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It’s that weird in-between stage after Christmas when it’s not yet New Year’s and every day blurs into one, where no one knows the date or what day it is, just that it’s not yet New Year's Eve. They had once again spent the break together, Ian’s family was more than happy to accommodate Mickey for the holiday which warmed something inside of Ian.
Ian knew his family accepted his boyfriend, but for them to be the ones to suggest Mickey come over for the holiday, well, that just proves that Mickey must have left an impression on them just as much as he’s left one on him.
He had used a little more money than what they generally spend to get Christmas gifts for all of his family. When they looked at him, surprised by the somewhat lavish gift, he only shrugged and said Mickey had helped pay for some of it. Not entirely a lie, but it stopped the questioning.
Once the house was quiet, the kids passed out and the adults were enjoying a beer in silence, that’s when he and Mickey exchanged gifts, rugged up in multiple layers of clothing, in the darkness of the camper van parked in his backyard, the only light coming from the torch on their phones.
Ian had pulled open the wrapping and had found himself looking at a black matte dog tag necklace.
“Before you go asking me stupid questions, Army…flip it over.”
He followed Mickey’s instructions and on the back of the dog tag was a silver engraving of a crescent moon.
“Figured this all started because someone thought making an OnlyFans called Sun and Moon would be a surefire way to hook up without actually using their words.” Mickey winked, which told Ian that his boyfriend’s words were him trying to stir shit like he always did.
“It’s perfect.” Ian leaned forward to plant a kiss on Mickey's lips, pulling away before it got heated since he had his own gift to share. “I guess we kinda had the same thing in mind.” He passed the small box over to Mickey and watched as his boyfriend ripped into the paper and opened the lid of the small ring-sized box.
“It’s for your pointer finger.” Ian barked out. “I’m not proposing or anything it’s, it’s fashion jewellery.” Mickey’s silence made him nervous. “Oh god, you hate it.”
“No.” Mickey finally spoke. “No, I don’t, I…”
Ian watched as Mickey took the ring from the box. It was a black titanium ring, with a curved finish, but it was the engraving that Ian was most excited about. A sun, its rays bright, with a small crescent moon shaded over a part of it.
“I was scrolling online in class one day and came across this quote someone posted to like, inspire us or whatever. It said the sun sees your body, the moon sees your soul.” Ian took Mickey’s hand, laying a kiss on his lover’s knuckles, pulling Mickey’s attention back onto his face.
“You’re my moon, Mickey. You always saw me for me, not for what my body could give you.”
Mickey pulled his hand out of Ian’s hold and at first, Ian thought that he had done something wrong, but then he watched as Mickey took the ring from the box and slid it onto his right index finger, the fit as perfect as the way their bodies are when laying side by side.
With a full house, they took the opportunity in the van to get lost in one another’s bodies. Mickey’s coat was thick enough to be used as a blanket to lay on, while Ian’s draped over his body as he buried himself inside of his lover. With his hand grasped tightly in Mickey's, his boyfriend’s ring dug into his flesh as Mickey squeezed his hand in replacement of the moans Ian knew he wanted to let out. His necklace hung between them as he rocked in and out of Mickey, a silent promise that Mickey would always be there with him, for him, forever being his. Ian knew that Mickey was his forever.
They had left his families the day after Christmas, wanting time to themselves, knowing that the dorm rooms would be as dead as a zombie apocalypse. It was perfect since all either of them wanted to do was lay in bed, not having to interrupt their time together with assignments or classes or the odd knock at their door by someone who was too wasted to remember which room they were meant to be knocking on.
“Do ever think about life after college?” Ian asks as he lays on Mickey’s bare chest, his boyfriend's fingertips running up and down the side of his body while Ian interlocks his fingers with Mickey’s right hand.
“I mean, I’d like to think I’d get a decent job. Put all this education that I literally put my fuckin’ cum sweat and tears into paying for to good use.”
Ian chuckles. How can he not when it’s such a Mickey response?
“Why?” Mickey queries, “I’m guessing you do?”
He mulls the question over because recently he’s been asking himself a lot of questions. “I think about how long it will take to find a position that pays enough money to cover my expenses and my family. I think about whether I’ll feel out of place in a West Side apartment. I think about whether or not you’d move in with me…whether we’d still be together.” He feels Mickey squeeze him as though he’s giving him his answer, which is; ‘that’s a stupid fuckin’ question’. And then Ian says the one thing that’s been playing on his mind for the last month or so.
“And then I think about whether I can afford the next two years of college if I went back to working at the diner.” Ian’s relieved that Mickey’s hand keeps trailing up and down his back as he nuzzles deeper into his lover.
“You know the second this was no longer something you wanted to do, I would have pulled the plug and dusted my hands of it all,” Mickey states. “I’m not saying I’m doing it for you, the money is obviously a bonus, but I only agreed to it to be with you, and now that I have you, I ain’t letting go, and I sure as shit have struggled with having to share you with our thousands of fuckin’ subscribers.”
He finally turns his head so he can look up at Mickey’s face, his boyfriend’s head tilts down slightly so their eyes can lock.
“So if I said having an OnlyFans doesn’t give me that excitement that it used to and that I want to stop, you wouldn’t care?” Ian asks, laying out exactly how he feels.
“Ian, you already know the answer to that.” Mickey leans down far enough to lay a kiss on his forehead, the moment comforting in more ways than one.
“Then let’s stop,” Ian says the words but then instantly begins to panic. “Not, right away. I need to do some calculations first and make sure I have another job lined up. My grades are still on track so Clayton will continue paying for tuition, but we need to make sure your tuition is covered with enough left that we don’t end up burning ourselves out like before.” He sits up, the sheet pooling down over his waist.
“The last thing I want is for you to be dealing again, I mean, that shit was already risky.” His mind is racing, trying to remember how much is in their account, multiplying how many subscribers they have versus how much they’ll make after OnlyFans takes their cut over the next few months and then-
“Hey, stop.” Mickey’s hand is on his cheek, their lips sliding together and it’s enough to make him exhale and melt into his lover’s touch. The kiss is calming, tender, and right before Mickey pulls away he nips at his bottom lip, causing Ian’s body to tremble.
“We’ll work it out. Together. We’ll milk a few of our private show subscribers, offer them one-time deals that are more costly than usual but give them something they haven’t had before.”
“Like what?”
Mickey shrugs, “Maybe we can say their name when we come or some shit.”
“Ugh, really?” The thought makes Ian nauseas.
“No different to roleplaying, right? Not that hard to fake and besides, weren’t you the one who originally suggested we use aliases?”
Ian rolls his eyes, hating when Mickey proves a point by shoving his past behaviour back into his face.
“Okay, okay. Fine. Couldn’t be that hard.” He thinks for a moment. “We could offer one on one shows.”
“What like, jerking off with other guys?” Mickey questions.
“Yeah, scratch that. No way could I get it up for them.”
“I’m sure you could tough guy, just might take a little imagination…” Mickey looks down, the bed sheet suddenly more important than him.
Ian notices the way Mickey’s behaviour changes at the mention of others and he knows it’s because they agreed it would always be just them, regardless of if there is a screen between him and the other person.
“No, you’re right.” Ian offers. “I don’t want to do that,” And he means it. “I don’t know why I said it.”
“Because,” Mickey begins as he pulls him down back onto their makeshift double bed, using the warmth of their dorm room heating and blankets to build a cocoon around them. “You’re trying to find all the answers right now when some of them we might just have to wait for.”
Mickey’s right. Ian wants all the answers because over the last month, it’s been harder to press that little button that indicates they are live or recording.
“You really don’t want to do this anymore, huh,” Mickey whispered to him.
“No…I guess not.” Ian admits.
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“Because I knew we needed the money.”
“Ian…” Mickey groans.
“I know, I know. That’s not the right answer but honestly, if there was some way we could make the money where I didn’t have to share you then I’d continue doing this for the next two years.” Ian buries his face in the nook of Mickey’s neck.
“Hold on, that’s why you want to stop?”
“I can feel your eyes judging me.” He mumbles.
“No one is judging, I’m just…surprised.”
Ian looks up, curious.
“Surprised?”
“Yeah…I mean…you didn’t mind sharing before so I just thought…”
“That was before…”Ian sighs, taking Mickey’s hand which still has the black ring on his index finger that he brings to his lips and kisses. “That was before this, Mickey. That was before the I love you’s and before I realised that I never want to lose you, which also means I never want anyone else to have you.”
There, he said it. He ripped open his heart and spilled his deepest desires that could either have Mickey freaking out with how strong he is coming on or he could-
Mickey kisses him. His bottom lip gets sucked in between Mickey’s and the nip of teeth against his flesh has him moaning.
“You’re cute when you word vomit,” Mickey mumbles against his lips before going in for a deeper, more intimate kiss.
Eventually, they stop, though it’s only so they can catch their breath.
“I don’t want anyone else either, Ian. And I sure as shit don’t want to share you with a bunch of randoms who are getting off to the size of your dick and the way you use it.”
“A few seem to like how I bottom, I have you know.” He only makes the joke because the confession from Mickey has him feeling overly emotional.
“You know that ass is mine, Gallagher.” Mickey squeezes it to emphasise his point which makes Ian push back into his boyfriend’s grip. He looks up into crystal blue eyes, as Mickey’s other hand comes down to his dog tag, running his thumb over the black plate.
“Just you and me,” He whispers.
“Always.” And Ian knows Mickey means it.
*
On January first, somewhat hungover with their bodies aching after they had their own night of sex where neither of them could come until the stroke of midnight, Ian jumps onto their OnlyFans page and announces a New Year special.
For the Month of January, book Sun or Moon for a solo session where at the point of climax, they will say your name all for the special price of $120.
T&C apply.
The idea is for either of them to fuck a toy or jerk themselves off to the camera, similar to their private sessions where the only thing available to their subscriber is the chat box. At the end of their thirty-minute session, they say some random name that will give them a hundred dollars clear in their account after OnlyFans takes their cut.
They were each filming at least two sessions a day. Their inbox was flooded to the point where Ian wasn’t sure if they could accept every offer. It was a blur of names; Damon, John, Henry, Adam, Tim, Kai, Alex, Josie, Logan, Ryan, the list was endless and Mickey was right, it was easy to fake a name that fell from his lips as the image of Mickey was strong in his mind.
Their weekly appointment with Mr WatchMe continued, though surprisingly didn’t take either of them up on their January offer.
*
By February, Ian has a plan. He’s going to continue to use Clay to help pay for tuition and since he's grades haven't dropped there shouldn't be any reason why he would stop. He had kept taking Clay's money while saving what they made with OnlyFans and honestly, the only reason Ian was working at the diner back then was to cover additional costs that came with the college experience. But now with their savings, which will go mostly toward Mickey’s tuition, Ian’s decided that he can keep up with a steady cash flow by offering private tutoring sessions on the weekend and working two nights a week at the local cinema.
“Seriously? You’re going to sweep up spilled popcorn and clean jizz off the seats.”
“Pays almost double than what I made at the diner and the hours work better with classes and study,” Ian explains.
“And where do I fit into all this?” Mickey asks him, though his face is more playful than serious.
“Boyfriend time is scheduled on Saturdays from 4 pm and Sundays from 2 pm. During the week he gets Wednesday and Thursday.”
“And when does Ian study?” Mickey asks with genuine concern in his voice.
“I have one less class this year, which I can use to study. Plus we can study together during the week so really, boyfriend time can still work as study time.”
Mickey nods. “I know this is what you want, I do too. But I don’t want you burning out either.” Ian takes Mickey’s hands, leaning so their foreheads are resting against one another, something that he notices they find themselves doing when one of them needs a reset. A moment to just pause and take everything in.
“I promise. If it gets too much, I’ll drop whichever is paying less.”
That seems to appease Mickey who pulls away, a soft smile on his face. “As for me,” Mickey begins, “my uncle got me a job.”
Ian groans.
“Let me finish fuckhead.” Mickey pushes at his shoulder. “ I ain’t dealing…I’m helping with his bookkeeping.”
“Bookkeeping?”
“Yeah. He owns a used car dealership. I mean, sure, it’s a front so he can deal on the side, but it’s legit. Pays taxes and all that shit.”
“So what will you be doing?”
“He knows I’m good with numbers and his last guy was caught skimming off the top each month. He’s probably at the bottom of the Michigan River now so that’s where I come in. He trusts me not to rip him off and give it to him straight on what the figures mean for the business.”
“Shit. That’s actually pretty good.”
“I know.” Mickey wiggles his eyebrows and that’s when Ian finds himself on his knees, pulling at his boyfriend's jeans so fast that Mickey almost loses balance and stumbles to the floor.
“Good work, baby. Guess I better show you how proud I am.”
*
At the start of March, Ian uploaded another post on their OnlyFans page.
To all our wonderful subscribers, at the end of March, Sun and Moon will no longer be providing content for OnlyFans. They appreciate all your support and have loved making videos for you that have helped get you off when you've needed it most. However, it is time for them to move on and step away from the camera.
Private requests will still be accepted until the end of March. Content will drop as per usual until then.
Thank you.
Ian turns off his notifications after he posts the announcement. He pockets his phone and then takes Mickey’s hand as they walk out of their dorm, plans to see a movie using the free staff tickets he has thanks to his new job.
*
It’s the following Tuesday when Ian receives their weekly email from Mr WatchMe which causes him to realise that things are actually coming to an end, and it seems their generously large subscriber wishes to go out with a bang.
Dear Sun and Moon,
To know our time together is coming to a close, I wonder if perhaps we can try something a little different. Something a little outside the box. In hindsight, my request is a role-play, that shouldn’t be too hard considering the way you offered up a chance to moan the name of every man who has a dollar to spare. I’m sure that was a simple role-play for you both, no?
Nonetheless, what makes this a little more taboo I suppose is the type of role-play, the story I wish for you both to act out.
Ian has to read it two more times before he wraps his head around what it is Mr WatchMeWatchYou is actually asking of them. And, to top it off, as though their subscriber believed they would decline his request, he’s offered them five thousand dollars, which is a huge jump from his standard two grand per request.
He steps into their dorm after finishing a shift at the theatre to find Mickey still awake as he reads over a textbook in the dim light from their bedside lamp.
“Hey,” Mickey looks up. “How was work?”
“Mr WatchMe wants you to rape me.” Ian blurts the words out, nothing else able to process through his mind besides the email he just read.
“I’m sorry, what the fuck did you just say?” Mickey’s eyebrows rise up and Ian knows he needs to explain the situation better if he doesn’t want to risk Mickey going on a murder spree.
“It’s called non-con or dub-con or whatever, the point is, he wants us to role-play you taking advantage of me but as it’s happening I kinda stop fighting and start to enjoy it, I guess.” Ian takes a deep breath after stringing the words out in one whole sentence.
“You guess?”
“Yeah,” Ian dumps his bag on the floor and sits at the end of their bed. “I mean,” he sighs, finally having a moment to process what this means. “It’s weird but like, how hard can it be?”
“Wait, you’re considering it?”
Ian realises that there was never a time when he wasn’t considering it, he was perhaps just surprised by the request, that’s all. “Mickey, all I gotta do is pretend to wrestle with you a little and fake a cry while you convince me how much I love taking it, which, I mean, isn’t that much of a lie.”
Mickey rubs his hands down his face.
“Jesus, I suppose. It is only role-play. We know what’s actually happening between us.”
“Exactly. Besides, he’s offering us more money.”
“How much more?”
“Five grand.”
“Holy fuck.”
“Right. Think about it, that could go a long way toward helping you cover tuition.”
“Is there a catch?”
“Nope. He even said he can help with like a script or some dialogue you can say or whatever since he figured you wouldn’t know.”
“Gee, thanks. Have Mr Pervert write the Mr Rapey script.”
“Less work for us, right? I mean there is a whole kink out there dedicated to people that do this?”
“For real?”
“Yeah. They pretend to be running from someone in the woods and then get fucked. Or being asleep, like what he wants us to do. Some go as far as pretending to be kidnapped, the whole hands tied and bag over the head thing.”
“What happened to good old vanilla sex?”
“Please, Mick. As if you’ve ever been vanilla.” Ian laughs as Mickey leaps on him, his boyfriend tackling him as he tries to get the upper hand, Mickey’s naked body against his fully clothed one already doing something to him.
“Guess you better show me what I like then, huh.”
Ian doesn’t even bother getting undressed. He unzips his pants and begins stroking himself to fullness as Mickey spins around, his back facing him while Mickey’s still straddling his lap. That’s when Ian catches the glimmer of metal between Mickey’s cheeks.
“Fuck, baby. How long have you been wearing that?” Ian’s thumb presses at the plug, the pressure eliciting a moan from his boyfriend.
“Too long. You better pull it out and fill me before I take matters into my own hands.”
“Like anything would be better than me,” Ian growls. He isn’t gentle as his fingers grip around the crystal plug, pulling it out in one swift motion, leaving Mickey’s hole open and gaping. He quickly runs the lube-covered plug over his dick before slamming himself inside of his boyfriend, the warmth encasing him, the wetness helping him glide all the way in, making him feel like he is home.
“Ride me, baby, show me how much you were waiting for it.” The sensation of Mickey squeezing around his dick is mind-blowing, but the real cum inducing sight is the way he can see how perfectly Mickey’s ass is stretching around his dick as his lover slides up and down, never leaving himself completely empty before Mickey pounds against his pelvis, swallowing every inch of him as his name falls from Mickey’s lips.
“Fuck, Ian. Can never get enough.”
“And you’ll never have to, baby.” He claws at Mickey’s hips, pulling him down harder onto his dick. “Ungh, fuck, Mickey.”
There are no cameras. No expectations of performance or the need to oversell themselves. It’s just him and Mickey. And in a few more weeks, it’s all it’s ever going to be.
“Mickey…baby…fuck, can’t hold it much longer.”
“Thank fuck, imma 'bout to bust a nut. Hurry up and fill me, Gallagher.”
Ian angles himself to know he is hitting Mickey’s prostate. He has every inch of his boyfriend’s body mapped out and memorised, including the inside.
“Gonna make you mine, Mickey.” He pants through his thrusts. “All. Ugh. Fucking. Ahh. Mine. Oh, Fuck!”
*
It’s Friday evening, though later than they are used to scheduling their private sessions with Mr WatchMe as Ian now finishes work at 9.30 pm. So, by the time he showers and gets prepped and sets up, it’s closer to 11 pm which thankfully, Mr WatchMe has no objections to.
Mickey’s still reading over the dialogue that Mr WatchMe sent through as he finished positioning the camera, his ass stretched and open, ready to go.
“You sure about this, man?” Mickey asks.
“Yes. I am sure. I’ll pretend to be asleep, all naked in this bed, and then plead a little, maybe fake a scream. It’s whatever. I doubt I’ll be able to fake it for long anyway, you know what your dick does to me.” Ian winks as he pulls up the private chat on his laptop.
“I’m going to have to go all South Side on your ass,” Mickey states as he stands up to get into position.
“You better. For six grand you have to really sell it. Go all Milkovich on me.” Ian had messaged back Mr WatchMe, agreeing to his request, but he pushed for an extra thousand, claiming it could be divided more evenly and that because Mickey had homework, in regards to the script he had to follow, it was the only way they’d agree. Mr WatchMe was quick to agree to their terms.
“Hey,” Mickey grabs his attention, stopping him in his tracks. “I love you, remember that.”
Ian smiles, his forehead leaning forward to rest against Mickey’s. “Love you too.”
“Safe word?” Mickey asks.
“Army.” Ian pulls away, removing the dog tag necklace from his neck and placing it on the bedside table. “You?” He confirms.
“Princess.” Mickey slips the ring off and puts it beside his necklace. Those items are for them and their love, not to be seen by anyone else.
Ian gets undressed and lies down on the bed. He makes sure the sheet is wrapped around his body in a way that slightly reveals his ass while also being available to use as a prop if need be. The plan is for Mickey to start the livestream. No words are typed in the chat, because for this scene to give their subscriber the full experience, it needs to come across as though Mr WatchMe is simply watching the scene happen, not being prompted or asked questions.
When he feels the dip in the mattress, Ian knows they're live. He’s resting his head on his arms which are crossed underneath him as Mickey begins to trace his fingers across his back, down toward his ass checks. It’s soft, so delicate that if Ian were in a deep enough sleep, he probably wouldn’t have noticed.
“Well look what we have here?” Mickey whispers into the room. It’s loud enough for the camera but Ian knows it’s still quiet enough to give the illusion not to wake him. “Look at you, just laying here for me, naked.”
The bed shifts again. Ian can hear Mickey’s pants unzipping and what he knows to be the sound of his boyfriend jerking himself off. He wiggles around slightly, positioning his ass to look more rounded and welcoming.
“Been parading around, giving me those Bambi eyes.”
What the fuck! Bambi eyes?
Ian doesn’t have time to think it over as he feels Mickey sit on his thighs. He stirs and makes a play of moving his head to face the camera, his eyes still closed, acting as though the movement wasn't enough to wake him.
Mickey’s hands grab his ass cheeks and spreads them open. He makes sure to stir, giving Mickey a chance to act as though he’s about to get caught.
“Shhh, that’s right. Keep sleeping.” Mickey spits onto his hole which is still lubed up from the fingering it got prior to. “I’m just going to take what’s owed to me.” And then Mickey pushes inside of him. Bottoming out in one swift motion.
His eyes shoot open and although he wants to moan in pleasure, he lets out a silent scream as he begins to move his body to look as though he’s pulling away, trying to push Mickey out of him by clawing at the sheets and wiggling his hips.
“Where the fuck you think you’re going. I’m only getting started.” Mickey reaches for his arms, pulling each one behind his back and holding his wrists firmly above his tailbone to keep him in place.
“No. Please. Please, it hurts.” Ian lets out as Mickey uses one of his hands to push his head into the mattress.
“Shut the fuck up, bitch.” Mickey gives him a chance to pretend to follow his orders. “It’ll stop hurting once you stop fightin’ it.” Mickey squeezes his thighs against his hips to lock him in place. “Then you’ll like it. Won't you, you little cocktease.”
He makes sure to keep wiggling under Mickey’s weight which if he really wanted, he could wrestle out of, the pressure barely enough to hold him in place, but he has to sell that he’s trying to fight Mickey off.
“Don’t act like you don’t want it.” Mickey slams into him. Ian makes sure to whimper with each thrust. “Always parading around, teasing me,” Mickey gives another hard thrust. “Always making me work for it and then never giving it up.”
When Mickey pulls completely out of him and then pushes in with no warning, Ian cries out to act as though he’s in pain, like he’s just been ripped open. He almost gives the facade away when Mickey angles to hit his prostate, his cry close to sounding pleasurable, which he knows he’ll soon have to switch over to after Mickey has roughed him up a little.
“Please. Stop. Please. I dont- I don’t want this.”
“Don’t lie you little slut. Cause you do.” Mickey grabs at Ian’s hair and yanks it up so his face is off the mattress. Mickey’s lips are against his ear, “You wouldn’t want to disappoint me after all the money I’ve spent to take care of you now, would you?”
“ARMY!” Ian yells.
His eyes fly open as he feels Mickey leap off of him. He watches in slow motion as Mickey slams the laptop screen shut, the cameras instantly disconnecting as he pulls his legs up to his chest, his arms wrapping around his body.
“Ian. Hey, Ian. Listen to my voice.” He can hear Mickey’s voice but it’s being overshadowed by another that he can hear in his head.
“It’s okay. Everything has stopped. It’s just us.” Mickey explains as Ian’s body begins to tremble.
“It’s him,” Ian mumbles, his mouth dry, his throat sore just like it was the last time he heard those words.
“Him who? What? I don’t-”
He finally makes eye contact with Mickey, his boyfriend’s face looking scared and dejected. Ian reaches his hands out, wanting the comfort of Mickey against him, proving to him that using his safeword wasn’t because of anything Mickey did.
Mickey cautiously comes back onto the mattress and Ian wonders when he had put sweatpants on. He ignores it, taking solace in the warmth of his boyfriend’s arms wrapping around his body as he leans into Mickey’s chest.
After a few moments of silence, Ian’s heart rate levels out as his mind goes over all the facts. Eventually, Mickey speaks up, “Ian...what did you mean it’s him?”
Taking a deep breath in and then slowly releasing it, Ian pushes out of Mickey’s hold so he can look him directly in the eyes.
“Mr WatchMeWatchYou, it’s him, Mickey…it’s Paul.”