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”Who the fuck is Antonio? And why does he keep leaving nasty comments on my Insta?!”
”I dunno,” Mickey muttered, looking away so as to avoid eye contact.
”You’re full of shit. I just saw him text you yesterday!” Ian gave Mickey The Chin™️ and waited for him to respond.
”You checked my phone?” Mickey’s brow arched dramatically.
”That’s not the point. The point is you lied. We don’t lie to each other.” Ian shot him his patented puppy dog eyes, knowing full-well that Mickey could never resist him like this.
“Fine,” Mickey paused. “He’s a guy I knew from Mexico.”
“And?” Ian frowned.
“We fooled around a little bit back then.”
“Really? That’s it?”
“Yeah—s’not my fuckin’ fault that he started to act weird!”
“Weird?”
“Yeah. Thinkin’ we were boyfriends or some shit.”
“So you kissed him. I waited 3 years for you to kiss me…” Ian inhaled deeply. “But, you had every right to do whatever you wanted with whoever you wanted. I wasn’t around."
“Ian, I…”
“Say no more.” Ian pulled Mickey into his arms. “I should have been there for you. I should have done better.”
“I didn’t reply to his text. He got my number from Iggy. They’re doing business together.”
“I get it. I trust you, Mick.” Ian pecked Mickey’s cheek.
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Later that night, Ian received a DM on Instagram. He couldn’t believe his own eyes—that dick Antonio sent him a pic of his dick.
Ian: Not interested.
Antonio: Wasn’t offering—just wanted to show you that my dick is bigger than yours.
Ian: …not that it’s any of your business, but it’s really not.
Antonio: You stole Mickey from me, you piece of shit!
Ian: I can’t steal what you never had—Mickey is not a commodity to be stolen.
Antonio: I’m gonna get Mickey back—and real soon.
Ian: You mean Mickey Gallagher-Milkovich? You know, my husband? Yeah, good luck with that.
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As confident as Ian sounded, a tiny bit of him was still just a little worried. Mickey was vulnerable and insecure after he left him at the Mexican border, and this bitch Antonio slithered in at Mickey’s lowest point. Ian clicked Antonio’s profile pic to take a better look. It was a photo of him in swim trunks. He had broad shoulders and muscular thighs. Ian hated those big brown eyes and the faint smile on his stupid face. But, Ian didn’t have much time to think about it right now, he had a night shift.
When Ian returned at 5 am the next day, he saw Mickey lying alone in their bed naked. Mickey had always been a light sleeper, especially last night—since he had to sleep alone. He woke up immediately when he heard the sound of the key turning in the keyhole.
“Mornin’,” He greeted Ian in a raspy morning voice that dripped with sex.
Ian was distracted by Mickey’s ass for a minute. The globe of his ass was glowing in the sunlight. No matter how many times Ian had touched, grabbed, ate and fucked that smooth tight ass, he still found it very hard to look away.
“Like what you see?” Mickey smirked.
Ian finally came back to his senses, “Why don’t you...uh...put some clothes on? I’m going to bed after a quick shower.”
“Hmm.” Mickey stretched with the most innocent smile on his face. “Forgot to do laundry yesterday, so it looks like I have nothing to wear.”
This was a little game Mickey liked to play when he’s horny. Ian knew pretty well that the laundry thing was just an excuse. What Mickey was really trying to do was to get Ian’s dick in his ass. Ian was more than happy to fulfill his husbandly duty, so he took a shower in record time and returned with nothing but a towel around his waist and a smile on his face.
“Mmm,” Mickey nodded approvingly, licking the corner of his mouth.
“Like what you see?” Ian challenged Mickey with a flirtatious look.
Mickey answered him by ripping off Ian’s towel. “Like the view better without this in the way—been thinking about this cock all fuckin’ night.”
Ian pushed Mickey down and crawled on top of him. Mickey’s legs wrapped around Ian’s hips automatically like some kind of programmed sex doll. Feeling Ian’s growing erection grinding against his ass crack, Mickey’s mouth fell open unconsciously. Ian felt his dick twitch at the view. He lowered his head and smacked their lips together. Just as the kiss deepened and they were making out like a pair of rabbits in heat, an unpleasant sound came from Mickey’s phone.
“Fuck!” Mickey got up to answer the call, but Ian grabbed his arm and pinned him down to the mattress. “Ignore it.” He held Mickey’s wrists in his left hand, and stretched out his right hand to hang up Mickey's phone. It turned out to be a FaceTime request from Antonio. Can you believe this motherfucker?! Ian rolled his eyes. He was about to ignore the request and block this asshole after he fucked Mickey good and hard, but then he changed his mind.
He muted Mickey’s phone and accepted the call. He had to kiss Mickey relentlessly this whole time to distract him while he set up Mickey’s phone on the phone stand. Ian was very pleased to see Antonio’s angry face from their night stand. He challenged him with a vicious smirk and went back to their make out session. He licked into Mickey’s mouth, making sure the filthy kissing noises were loud enough for Antonio to hear while he sucked on those plump lips.
Mickey was still yearning for more when their lips finally separated. Those ocean blue eyes were now half closed and his pink tongue was looming between the slightly swollen lips. Ian was so turned on he couldn’t see straight. After Mickey tongued and licked at his cock for what felt like ten whole minutes, he couldn’t wait any longer. He wanted—no, he needed to shove his cock down Mickey’s throat.
Ian lifted up, kneeling on both sides of Mickey’s shoulders. He grabbed his dick, rubbing the head across Mickey’s lips. “Open your mouth.” Mickey did as he was told. At first, Ian planned to come down Mickey’s throat, then fuck him in all the positions he knew in front of Antonio without Mickey's knowledge, but then he changed his mind. Mickey deserved to know the truth, so he leaned down to Mickey’s ear and whispered, “Antonio’s watching us through your phone.”
“The fuck?” Mickey froze, he didn’t even have the strength to look at his phone. For a second, he wanted to grab the closest thing he could find to cover his body and leave the room, but Ian begged as if he knew what was on Mickey’s mind. “Don’t go, Mick.” He kissed Mickey’s ear along his neck. “I know I sound like a jerk, but it took you three years to trust me enough, and you kissed him after knowing him for like twenty minutes. Please let me have this.”
Mickey observed Ian’s face for a minute, and those deep green eyes reminded him of the first time Ian tried to kiss him back when they were kids. Mickey sighed slightly and closed his eyes. Anyway, they both knew that no matter what Ian asked, Mickey would eventually comply.
Ian grinned like he won the lottery. ”Spread your legs.”
Mickey planted his feet to the mattress and opened his thighs so wide that his hips hurt, but it’s still not enough for Ian. He grabbed Mickey’s ankles and tossed his legs on his shoulders. He turned his face to the night stand, looking straight at Antonio. “Alright, here’s the deal. I’m gonna play with this ass all night long and you’re gonna watch. Today is your last chance to see my husband naked. You can keep watching and enjoy the free show, or—”
Ian couldn’t wait to finish the sentence and lowered his head to tease Mickey’s hole with his skillful tongue. “Mmm...” He raised his head reluctantly, “Where were we? Oh, right. Or, you can hang up right now. It’s your call.” He shrugged with Mickey’s legs still on his shoulders.
Antonio’s mouth moved quickly, but no sound came out since Ian had already muted the phone earlier, but judging by the arching eyebrows, he’s pretty agitated.
Ian had no time for Antonio’s bullshit though. He flipped Mickey over and manhandled him on his hands and knees. “You’re so hot like this, Mickey!” he praised, parting Mickey’s ass cheeks with his giant hands, and spat on Mickey’s rim. The sight of his saliva dripping down Mickey’s crack made Ian hard, so hard that he pressed Mickey’s face down to the mattress and ordered, “Keep your ass open for me!” This commanding side of Ian was new, and Mickey felt all of his blood rush to his dick immediately. He reached behind, spreading his cheeks with both his hands.
“Can’t wait to take my 9-inch cock, can you?” Ian found the lube somewhere in the bed and lubed himself up. “You’d even spread your legs for me while Antonio’s watching? I wonder why, Mick?”
Mickey’s half ashamed and half turned on. He didn’t say a word, only pulled his cheeks further apart, exposing the wet shiny hole to the sunlight. Ian licked a long stripe along Mickey's inner thigh, and suddenly bit the flesh. “Answer me!”
“Ow, fuck you!” Mickey complained.
Ian lined up his dick, rubbing Mickey’s rim with the head but wouldn’t enter. “That’s not an answer, Mickey.” He squeezed a generous amount of lube onto Mickey’s hole. The sudden coolness made Mickey shiver. He bit his bottom lip and begged, “Ian, please—you know the answer. Just give it to me already.”
Ian slid in one inch and stayed still. “I’m gonna fuck that ass so hard you’ll feel me for days, and I won’t use a condom. That okay for you?”
The tease was torture, and Mickey finally couldn’t take it anymore. He grabbed Ian’s cock, guiding it into his waiting hole, until he took the whole 9 inches raw. The feeling was so intense that his whole body flushed with excitement.
This waiting game was a cruel punishment for Ian too. Now that he was finally inside Mickey, he wasted no time and began moving his hips abruptly. His big green eyes widened when he looked down at where they were connected. Mickey’s hole was stretched wide by his throbbing dick, sliding in and out, in and out. The sight alone was hot enough, not to mention the feeling of being watched.
Ian was already close, but he wanted this to last. He wanted to claim Mickey in front of Antonio—to make sure the bastard remembered tonight for the rest of his life. That way he would never try to contact Mickey again. He shot a smug glance at the phone and flipped Mickey over, so they were fucking face to face. Mickey’s basically a rag doll at this point—just lying there for Ian to do whatever he wanted.
After a dozen more thrusts, Ian felt he couldn’t hold his orgasm anymore. He leaned down, licking and sucking Mickey’s nipple unexpectedly. Mickey was about to pass out under multiple stimulations: Ian’s lips on his nipple, Ian’s dick in his ass, Ian’s hands holding his thighs tightly—Ian everywhere—combined with the feeling of being watched by his old lover through the phone. After a few suppressed moans, he shot his load on his stomach, and some of his cum even landed on his chest, but Ian wasn’t done with him yet. He stabbed his dick deeper and harder into Mickey’s hole and warned, “I’m gonna cum inside your tight ass. You good with that?”
Mickey’s hole was extra sensitive after one of the best orgasms he ever had, and his legs hung weakly on either side of Ian's hips. Too boneless to say anything, he simply nodded. Ian kept thrusting at a rapid pace and made sure to hit on Mickey’s prostate each time. “Why would you let me cum inside you, huh?” Clenching his teeth, Ian continued, “Why did you agree to take me raw while he’s watching?”
“Oh, for fuck sake, you know the reason. Don’t make me say it, asshole!” Mickey protested.
“Come on, Mickey—just say it. Say it loud so Antonio can hear it—so he can keep his dirty hands away from my husband!” Ian’s exhausted but he couldn’t stop. They both knew he wouldn’t come until Mickey admits the true reason, so Mickey finally compromised.
“Fine, the reason is, I love you, and I’d do whatever you ask me to do! You happy now?” Mickey shouted, and his words sent Ian over the edge. He came deep inside Mickey and collapsed on top of him. “Love you too, Mickey.” He grabbed Mickey’s phone from their night stand and angled the camera so Antonio could see what he’s about to do.
“I’ll never give you to anyone else.” Ian pulled out gently and a stripe of cum followed his dick, dripping down Mickey’s inner thigh. He pushed some of his seed back into Mickey’s hole with his index finger, and he deliberately used his left hand so Antonio could see their wedding band on his ring finger. After doing that, he hung up, and tossed the phone onto the bed.
“Won’t go anywhere,” Mickey smirked. “And you better be ready for round two.”