22. Mickey

CHAPTER 22

MICKEY

There were no cameras hovering in the background demanding attention. No lover slash boyfriend slash scene partner slash director spending all his time checking angles and barking orders. There was just Mickey and Ethan. All of Ethan's focus was on Mickey and he felt drunk on it. Powerful. Because here was this amazing man, so well put together in any other circumstance, but becoming quickly unraveled by Mickey. And he hadn't even started yet.

How on earth he managed to end up with someone as gorgeous as Ethan was beyond his comprehension. Mickey loved how furry he was. The hair on his chest tapered down to a moderate treasure trail that spread out across his lower abdomen. His arms and legs were hairy too. Mickey buried his face in the thick thatch of pubes. He doubted Ethan did much in the way of manscaping, but it was perfect. It made Ethan somehow more real and Mickey wouldn't change a thing.

Lifting his gaze, he watched Ethan's expressions as he took his cock in hand and licked it again. Ethan's eyebrows pinched together, then tilted upward toward his hairline when Mickey swirled the tip of his tongue around the head of Ethan's cock.

Ethan had a great dick. Mickey already knew that from the last time they were together, but up close it was even better. Thick and smooth. Circumcised, where Mickey hadn't been. Mickey traced his tongue across the slit and watched Ethan yelp as his whole body twitched.

God, that was fun.

Fun? When was the last time Mickey had fun with sex? Probably the last time he'd been with Ethan, though that was less fun and more nerve-wracking. He wasn't sure if he'd fucked things up or not, and only when the dust settled between them did he know that he hadn't. Not even close.

Teasing Ethan with his tongue was incredibly entertaining, but he was desperate to get his mouth on him. Mickey felt Ethan's body tense with restraint as he engulfed Ethan's cock, sliding it in his mouth in one smooth move. Ethan made the best sounds, and they were all for Mickey.

Mickey took Ethan down to the root, then pulled back and gripped the base of Ethan's cock. Giving it a squeeze, he looked up at Ethan. Fuck, he was a beautiful man. Shimmering eyes and parted lips, he looked ruined and Mickey had barely gotten started.

Ethan had propped himself up on his elbow so he could watch, and Mickey understood that compulsion. Mickey wasn't good at much, but he could win an Olympic gold medal if staring at your boyfriend was an event. It made his insides feel all squirrely when he thought of Ethan that way. They hadn't put a specific title on what they were doing yet. As in, Ethan hadn't asked him to be his boyfriend, but he knew he was important to Ethan.

Mickey dipped his head lower and laved his tongue over Ethan's balls, eliciting another surprised yelp and then a guttural groan.

"That feels amazing." Ethan sounded pleasure drunk and Mickey secretly preened to have done that to him. For him.

"Yeah?" Mickey took one ball into his mouth and gently sucked, manipulating the tender sac with his tongue. Ethan's legs spread wider, a silent invitation that had Mickey doing it again. And again. If Ethan was pleasure drunk, Mickey was drunk on power. On the way he could make Ethan writhe and pant and go out of his mind with need. The way he was responsible for how Ethan trembled and begged.

Mickey went back to sucking Ethan's cock. Keeping one hand wrapped around the base to help Ethan stave off his orgasm, Mickey sucked and licked and drove Ethan wild and only when he was sweating and practically thrashing around underneath him, did Mickey stop.

But not for long. Just long enough to sit up and reach for the lube. Ethan caught his gaze and it darted to the lube in Mickey's hand.

"We can do it the other way if you want. But if you trust me, I'd really like to play with your ass."

The sound Ethan let out wasn't even human. It was tortured and full of needy anticipation. Ethan flung his arm over his head, burying his face in the crook of his elbow. When he nodded, Mickey popped the cap on the lube. A feral sensation swept through his body, making him want to ruin Ethan for anyone else. He'd never been possessive before. Not of his high school boyfriend or even of Lance. Not even at first when everything between them was new and good, when Lance was still winning him over.

But there was something about Ethan that made Mickey want to stamp the word mine onto his skin. He wanted to leave marks on Ethan's body so everyone would know that he belonged to someone. But most of all, he wanted it to be true. He wanted Ethan to be his in every sense of the word. In every way that mattered.

Mickey squirted lube onto his fingers, huffing out a soft laugh when the bottle made a gross squelching noise. "This will be easier if you're on your knees," he told Ethan.

He could have fingered Ethan just fine the way they were, but Ethan's body shook and trembled and he was still hiding his face. Mickey wanted him to feel safe, and being spread out like that didn't offer him much in the way of protection.

Ethan rolled over and positioned himself on his hands and knees. Mickey smoothed his hand down Ethan's back, then up again, and he pressed down between his shoulder blades. "Keep your ass in the air for me. That's right," Mickey said when Ethan pillowed his head on his arms, burying his face.

Ethan exhaled a large, shaky breath, but Mickey saw him relax ever so slightly. He smiled at that, knowing he'd done something right which bolstered his confidence.

Mickey wanted to see Ethan's expressions, but hopefully there would be a next time, and Mickey could look his fill then. Right now, Ethan's vulnerabilities lit up like a neon sign and Mickey wanted to soothe as many of those jittery nerves as he could.

He reached between Ethan's legs and gave his cock a few tugs, spreading the lube around. His other hand swept across the globes of Ethan's gorgeously furry ass.

"You're so beautiful," Mickey told him. He meant every word. Ethan had a beauty that went beyond his physical form. It was his generosity and his kindness. His loyalty and his strength. Every bit of who he was made him all the more captivating.

Mickey applied more lube to his fingers and then dipped them into the crease of Ethan's ass. Ethan trembled beneath his touch as he dragged the pads of his fingers over Ethan's hole. If Mickey really wanted to blow Ethan's mind, he'd lower his mouth down onto that dark whorl of hair and kiss his way inside Ethan's body.

Another time, perhaps. Right now, he wanted to ease him into things gently. Mickey spread the lube around his hole in slow, gentle circles until Ethan let out a shuddering breath and Mickey watched him relax. Mickey continued the calming motion, then slipped the tip of his index finger into Ethan.

It went in easier than Mickey had anticipated and he sighed with relief. He looked up to where Ethan's head was still cradled in his arms.

"You're so tight," Mickey said, stroking his finger in and out slowly, watching Ethan's reactions to the motions. When Ethan was looser, Mickey added a second finger. The sound that came out of Ethan was pure fucking sex and Mickey slid his fingers deeper, searching for that bundle of nerves. He brushed over it once and Ethan keened, loud and long, his legs trembled, and Mickey's name came pouring off his tongue like a mantra. Like the answer to his prayers.

"Mickey. Mickey, fuck. God. Mickey." Ethan arched into his touch, seeking more. Pushing back, fucking himself with Mickey's fingers.

"Look at you," Mickey purred, sweeping his other hand down Ethan's back, marveling at the way Ethan pressed into his touch, seeking it out and hungry for more. Delightfully greedy for any sort of sensation Mickey had to offer him.

Ethan might have tried to say something, but it came out as one long garbled moan when Mickey pressed his fingers deeper, burying his knuckles against Ethan's flesh. Ethan's cock swayed back and forth with his rocking motions, drooling precum on the bed. Oops.

"So gorgeous," Mickey said.

Ethan shook his head as if he were trying to argue with him. He probably hadn't gotten a compliment like that in a while. A selfish part of Mickey was glad that Ethan hadn't had a ton of lovers lined up to tell him how fucking hot he was. How the flush of his shoulders was better than any sunset and how the sparkle in his eyes was brighter than any star.

"More," Ethan groaned, rocking back and forth, desperately chasing Mickey's fingers.

Mickey eased his fingers out and carefully added a third. He spread Ethan's cheeks with his free hand so he could better watch three of his fingers slowly disappear into Ethan's ass.

"God, look at you. So good for me, Ethan. Look at that. Do you like that?"

"Mi—ckey." His broken name was all Ethan managed to say. Every other sound that came out of him was low and frantic, sex-addled. It was a language they created together, intoxicated on each other.

Ethan's movements sharpened and Mickey could tell he was close.

"You look so hot like this, fucking yourself on my fingers. Do you like the way they stretch you open? Do you want more? I bet I could get my whole hand in there." Mickey wouldn't hold Ethan to anything they agreed to do in the throes of lust, and fisting was definitely something that needed a conversation first. Plus towels and a ton more lube.

But the effect talking about it had on Ethan was a sight to behold. His whole face turned pink. The blush swept down the back of his neck and across his shoulders. Ethan keened and rocked harder. Mickey placed his free hand on the small of Ethan's back and pressed down, anchoring Ethan in place while he fucked him with his fingers.

"Close. Fuck, I'm so close, Mickey."

Mickey pulled his fingers out and watched the way Ethan trembled. Needy and desperate and all because of him. All for him.

Mickey grabbed a condom and tore it open. Without being told, Ethan rolled over and spread himself out on his back. He gazed up at Mickey, ruined and waiting further destruction. Wanton and willing, his legs spread wide making room for Mickey, who crawled between them.

Gently, Mickey lifted one of Ethan's legs. Ethan rested his ankle on Mickey's shoulder. Mickey's gaze flicked from Ethan's face, down to that soft, pliant hole as he lined his cock up and eased his way inside.

Mickey clung to Ethan's leg as he pressed inside his body. He squeezed his eyes shut, then snapped them open, unwilling to miss a moment of this. Ethan's face was a picture of ecstasy and then Ethan was reaching for him. Cupping his face, dragging him down into an open-mouthed kiss that was all tongue and passion.

Then Ethan's hands were everywhere, mapping Mickey's body. It was heady to be wanted so much that this close wasn't close enough. That as deep as Mickey could be wasn't deep enough. It felt like Ethan was trying to consume Mickey.

Ethan moved his leg off Mickey's shoulder and pulled him closer. He wound his arms around Mickey, hitched his legs up, digging his heels into Mickey's ass, and he kissed him.

Kissed him hard and deep with so much fucking want that Mickey cracked and crumbled. All the broken bits of his insides fell away and they were gone, washed away, and now there was only Ethan, filling up all the spaces left behind. Filling them with lust and want. With desire and the way Ethan fucking looked at him when they stopped kissing long enough to take a breath.

Eyes sparkling like stars, cheeks rosy red, hair a little damp. Ethan reached for him, swept his thumb across Mickey's cheekbone as his fingers sank into Mickey's hair.

"Kiss me," Ethan said.

Mickey complied. He sealed his mouth over Ethan's, keeping every touch soft. Gently he licked his way into Ethan's mouth, slipping past the seam of his lips so their tongues could mingle. Even the pace of his hips had slowed and rather than the punishing, frantic pace he'd set, he followed Ethan's lead. Fucking deep and slow, savoring every sensation.

Mickey had never— never —felt like this before. So good. So fucking appreciated. So wanted and cared for. It was in the way Ethan cradled his face. The way he returned his kisses with equal enthusiasm, with so much fucking tenderness that Mickey couldn't breathe from it.

"Ethan," Mickey said, his mouth still lingering near Ethan's. He somehow got his hand between them and wrapped it around Ethan's cock. Ethan let out a strangled moan and Mickey kissed him again. It only took a few strokes for Ethan to come. His ass tightened around Mickey's cock, clamping and pulsing, milking his dick as Ethan spilled all over Mickey's hand.

Mickey buried himself in Ethan as far as he could go and came. He held his breath and snapped his hips, wishing there was nothing between them so he could fill Ethan's ass. God, he wanted that. Wanted to do all kinds of filthy things to him. Wanted to show him how good he could feel, how fucking much Mickey wanted to be with him always. To be the only one to make him feel that good ever again.

But if all he got was this moment, this one time, then Mickey would spend the rest of forever dreaming about it. Knowing that for one shining moment in his life, he'd had Ethan.

Ethan wound his arms around Mickey and held him when he all but collapsed, spent and shaking. Ethan smoothed Mickey's hair and kissed his forehead and petted him, whispering things to him that sounded too good to be true.

"Stay," Ethan whispered. "Stay the night. Don't go home."

Mickey didn't have the breath or he might have told Ethan that he felt like he was home. Instead he nodded and let Ethan hold him.