Date: Mon, 22 Jan 2024 14:31:14 +0000 (UTC) From: Chubby Boy Subject: Forever Shameless Part 1 Forever Shameless Part 1 Usual disclaimers apply. I don't own these characters. This is pure fiction. I welcome your comments. chubbyboyinbama@yahoo.com "Come on, Mickey" Ian said with an irritated laugh. "Why are you so resistant to this? We've had plenty of threeways and done plenty of group stuff, you were ok with that, so why not this?" As Ian spoke, he twisted his perfect nude body to the left as he rolled over, fetching a joint and a lighter from the nightstand. In one smooth motion, as he turned his body back toward Mickey, Ian brought the joint to his lips, lit it, inhaled, then removed it from his own mouth and gently placed it between Mickey's lips. Mickey gave Ian an irritated look, but took a deep drag on the joint before Ian gently removed it. Ian put his lips on Mickey's, before allowing the smoke to slowly pour out of his own mouth and cascade down into Mickey's. Mickey pretended to hate this move, but he secretly loved it. The idea of inhaling Ian's breath made Mickey feel a twinge at the base of his cock. Everything Ian did made Mickey's dick hard. The smoke from Ian's mouth combined with the hit that Mickey had already inhaled caused Mickey to cough a little. This prompted an evil grin from Ian who mumbled "bitch." Mickey coughed out a quiet "fuck you, Gallagher" but his own smile betrayed his delight. Ian and Mickey had had this discussion six times at this point. But Ian could tell from Mickey's face and tone that Mickey was coming around. "Look, I just don't know about there being all these videos of us out there." Ian's face got serious for a second. "You planning on running for congress there Milkovich?" They both laughed at this. Eventually they settled and Mickey got quiet, which Ian knew meant he was being vulnerable. Mickey didn't like being vulnerable, so Ian always took these parts of their conversations seriously. "You know, we aren't 20 year old twinks anymore, Gallagher. Even if you still look like one." Ian, never to be insecure about his own appearance, made a face of fake shock at Mickey before quickly breaking into a smile again. That smile did what it always did to Mickey. It melted his resolve. "Ok," Mickey said. "Maybe you still look like jail bate with that baby face. But who is gonna want to pay to watch some scarred and tatted up piece of white trash in his 30's taking it up the ass?" Ian gave Mickey a sideways glance. Ian knew that Mickey was speaking from a vulnerable place, but he also knew that if he gave too serious a response, Mickey would just shut down. Instead, Ian took another hit from the joint and shotgunned it into Mickey's mouth. As he did this, he stared deep into Mickey's eyes and saw him in there, starring back at him. Ian gently positioned himself over Mickey. With the joint still held between his right index and second finger, Ian gently began to run his hands over Mickey's nearly hairless body. "You know, Mr. Gallagher," Ian immediately gave Mickey a look when he said this. They always exchanged conspiratorial glance when Ian called Mickey `Mr. Gallagher.' "I will listen to a lot of shit from you." Ian smiled as he ran his fingers along the side of Mickey's chest. "But, I won't have you trash talking my husband." Mickey looked up into his eye hungrily as Ian's fingers glanced across Mickey's abs. They couple had joined a gym and had been working out together for a few months. Mickey had been secretly thrilled with how much more toned his body had become after just a few months work. More so, his husband (who was already a smoke show) was becoming a full-fledged muscle hunk. Mickey didn't mind this either. Ian continued talking as gently rubbed his hand along Mickey's smooth pecs and biceps. "My husband...." Ian said slowly, finally bringing the joint up to Mickey's lips and leaving it there, free his hand up for other pursuits. "My husband has these arms...." Slowly running his hand along Mickey's modest but clearly defined biceps. "My husband has these tits....." Slowly running his hands along Mickey's developed chest, pausing briefly to brush against a nipple. Mickey shuddered around the joint in his lips. Mickey had grown to love his nipples being played with. Ian ran his hand down to Mickey's abs and rubbed them gently. "My husband has this thick cock...." Mickey grinned as Ian gave Mickey's cock a couple of brief but firm tugs before releasing it and moving on. "And perhaps most importantly....my husband has this tight asshole." Ian gave Mickey a serious look as he gently but firmly pushed three of his fingers inside Mickey's hole. Mickey flushed and grunted before grinning back up at Ian. Ian knew Mickey so well. Knew every inch of his body, inside and out. Ian knew exactly where to touch him, where to lick him, how to fuck him. After a few gentle thrusts with his fingers, Ian gently removed his fingers and Mickey seemed both relieved and disappointed at the same time. "Ok," Mickey said quietly. Ian was waiting for more argument, but when it seemed like Mickey had finally relented, Ian wasn't sure he had heard him right. "Like, ok, ok?" Ian said, his eyes widening with delight. Mickey looked away, half-embarrassed, but then, remembering that he was with Ian made him feel totally safe. The way it always did. Safe in a way that he had never felt with anyone else. At any other time in his life. "It's like you say, Gallagher. We both got full time jobs and we can't save a dime." Mickey smiled as he said the next part. "And since you won't let me knock over any liquor stores.....maybe this could be a legit way for us to save up some money for a house or a trip or whatever." The `whatever' part was what interested Ian the most. Ian was still secretly hoping to convince Mickey that they should have kids. And Mickey agreeing to this seemed to be in service to his agreeing to that. The `whatever' that they were saving for could be kids. "So what, you just bring me on your show or whatever?" Mickey asked. Ian laughed, taking another quick draw from the joint before gently placing it back between Mickey's lips. "My show?" Ian asked incredulously. "You make it sound like I have a show on late night or something. It's just videos I make and post online. And sometimes private shows for guys that pay extra." Mickey looked suspicious, but in a way that belied his delight in messing with Ian. "So you do do shows....." Of course, Mickey knew exactly what Ian was talking about. Maybe a year before, Ian had started an OnlyFans. Mickey had hated the idea at first. Probably just jealousy at the idea of sharing any part of Ian with anyone else. But Ian made a great point. All he was doing was letting guys (and maybe even a girl or two) watch him beat off for money. Safe. Easy. And the money had really helped them out since Ian had made Mickey promise no more illegal activity lest they risk be separated by one of them going back to jail. This had also been part of what prompted Ian to want to go to the gym. Mickey would never admit it, but part of him was secretly glad for Ian's new "career." For most of their lives together, Mickey would get jealous any time he thought someone was lusting after his man. But now, there was something about the idea of people watching him on camera that made Mickey...proud? Turned on for sure. But in typical Mickey fashion, he didn't want to let on that he liked it. But Ian latest idea, Mickey had been less into. Mickey had not shared the most private stuff, but he had been eager to explain when asked by his "fans" that he was married to a man and that they enjoyed certain bedroom activities frequently. He had then had more than a few offers for big tips if both of them would get on the camera together. You wouldn't know it to meet him, but Mickey was secretly shy and maybe a little insecure about his body. But there was also part of Mickey that wanted to do it. Wanted to be watched as his gorgeous red headed, 9 inch husband destroyed his asshole. But Mickey stopped short of saying all that to finally just say, "We can give it a try." Ian smiled again and this smile was almost enough to make Mickey cum. Ian's wide smile was why Mickey got out of bed in the morning. Ian loomed over Mickey. He gently moved his head low enough to give Mickey a gentle kiss on the lips. Mickey shuddered. Mickey expected to feel Ian's massive erection ease between Mickey's legs as it had twice already this morning. But instead, Ian's lips lingered on Mickey's for just a moment before Ian dipped his head down lower and gently took Mickey's semi-erect cock in his mouth. Mickey loved the feel of Ian's mouth on his cock. He thought about Ian's naked body looming over him as his own cock grew hard in Ian's mouth. He looked down. Ian looked up. After only a few minutes, Mickey grunted hard as his cock spit hot jizz into the back of Ian's eager throat. They never list eye contact, not even as Ian smiled around Mickey's cock as he milked the last bit of cum from Mickey. Ian collapsed on the bed next to Mickey, panting slightly, gently kissing Mickey once more. Mickey could taste his own jizz on Ian's mouth. This always turned him on. "Just don't think this gets you out of your husbandly duties otherwise," Mickey said with a wry smile. "Cause fucking me on camera doesn't count as regular fucking....." Ian smiled back at him as they drifted off to sleep together.