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A few days later, Ian takes a deep breath and sends a text to Lip.
Hey, you free to grab coffee or lunch or something this week?
I guess…does this mean we’re okay?
No, but I wanna talk to you about something.
Okay, yeah, just lemme know when, and I’ll make some time.
How about tomorrow at noon?
Works for me. Lunch at the usual place?
Yeah, I’ll see you then.
Ian feels two arms wrap around him from behind and a kiss pressed to the back of his shoulder. He reaches down to cover one of the hands with his own and squeezes.
“Texting Lip?”
Ian nods, “Yep.”
“When’re we meeting with him?”
“Tomorrow for lunch.”
“That was fucking quick.”
“Yeah, well, I wanna get it over with before I change my mind.”
“Look, E…we don’t have to do…”
“I know, Mick. But you’re right. It’s probably the option that has the best outcome for everyone. I just can’t think too hard about it.”
Mickey kisses the back of his shoulder again, “You know I love you, Firecrotch.”
Ian smiles at the pet name, “Yeah, I guess you’re alright, too.”
Mickey pokes him in the side, making him laugh.
“Okay, okay…Jesus…I love you, too, Mick.”
“How about you, uh, come make it up to me?”
Ian’s struggling to get out of his own head, so Mickey sweetens the offer, “C’mon, lover, I’ll even let you choose your favorite video to watch while you fuck me.”
Ian turns in Mickey’s arms and says, “Well, in that case,” before picking him up around the middle and hurrying to their bed.
The next day, Lip is waiting in the diner where he and Ian usually meet for lunch. He has no idea what to expect, and he’s nervously shredding a napkin while he waits. To say he’s surprised when both Ian and Mickey walk in the door is an understatement.
Ian spots him, and they walk over to the table. Ian scoots into the opposite side of the booth first, and Mickey sits next to him.
They’re all silent for a few moments, and it’s Lip who finally breaks the silence, “Okay, so, uh, what…uh, what is this?”
Ian glances at Mickey, then looks back at Lip, “So, we’ve been talking, and we had an idea, but this is the only way it’s gonna work. No negotiations, no adding anything, none of that.”
Lip nods, “Okay, and?”
Mickey jumps in, “This is a one-time offer, Gallagher,” he can practically see the light of arousal spark in Lip’s eyes, so he quickly shuts it down, “You’re not gonna fuck me, so go ahead and get that idea outta your head. This one-time offer is for you to come over to our place, and you get to operate the camera and watch while we fuck.”
Lip looks confused, “How is that fun for me?”
Mickey looks at him pointedly, “Apparently, it’s been fun enough for you to go over to our apartment 2 or 3 times a week for the past fucking month.”
Lip looks sheepish as he averts his eyes.
Mickey continues, “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Anyway, you can operate the camera, which really just consists of pressing ‘record,’ and then you get to watch. Jerk off, don’t jerk off, whatever, but that’s the offer. Take it or leave it.”
Lip takes a few moments to ponder their offer, then says, “So, I wouldn’t be, like, involved in the sex part at all.”
“Not in the sense of fucking anyone, no.”
Lip takes a few more moments to ponder. It’s not what he was hoping for, but he knew that Ian and Mickey agreeing to let him fuck Mickey was a long shot. And he certainly has enjoyed watching Mickey on video, so…
“Yeah, I’ll take it.”
“You understand what this means, right, Lip?”
Lip nods, “Watching only. Got it.”
“And it’s a one-time-only thing.”
“Yep, got that, too.”
“Okay, well…,” Ian and Mickey look at each other, not having expected Lip to agree so easily.
“When do you guys wanna do this?”
Ian and Mickey look at each other again, and Ian speaks up, “What about Friday evening?”
Mickey nods slightly, and they both turn to look at Lip for his response. Lip grins at both of them and says, “I’ll be there at 8.”
Friday arrives, and Ian and Mickey have just gotten back home from work. They both opt to take a shower and exchange handjobs in an effort to decrease the anticipation/anxiety they’re both feeling about the evening.
They get out of the shower, and they both decide to put on a t-shirt and boxers. They figure that way, they aren’t too dressed down and naked when Lip arrives, but they’re also not fully clothed, either.
Right at 8, there’s a knock on their door. Ian’s getting the camera set up in their bedroom, so Mickey answers the door. The first thing Lip does is look him over from head to toe. Mickey doesn’t want Lip, doesn’t have any romantic or sexual feelings for him personally, but he does enjoy the looks of appreciation he gets from other men. So, even though it’s Lip, Mickey feels arousal spark low in his belly at the stark expression of lust in Lip’s eyes.
“C’mon in, Gallagher,” Mickey’s voice comes out huskier than he intended, and he watches as Lip’s eyes dilate even more.
“Don’t mind if I do,” Lip murmurs and steps fully into their apartment.
Mickey shuts the door behind him and turns toward their bedroom, “Ian’s just getting everything set up for the camera.”
Lip shrugs off his jacket and his shoes in the living room before following Mickey to the bedroom. When he walks in, Mickey’s over by Ian, helping him fuss with the camera to get the right angle of their bed. They finally get it adjusted to their liking, and Ian looks up at Lip, who’s standing awkwardly just inside the doorway of their room.
Ian walks over to their bed with Mickey close behind him. The awkwardness is palpable, so Ian asks, “Lip, you sure you wanna do this?”
Lip swallows and looks at both of them, “Yeah…yes.”
Ian nods, then looks at Mickey, “Okay, so let’s go over this one more time. This is a…”
“One-time-only thing,” Lip interjects, “Got it.”
“And…”
“I am watching only, not participating in the actual sex.”
Ian gives him a curt nod, “Before we get started, do you have any questions?”
Lip thinks for a moment, “Can I talk or say anything or make noises? I mean, are you expecting me to keep quiet for this whole thing?”
Ian and Mickey look at each other, and Mickey shrugs, “Yeah, talking and making noises is okay, I guess.”
Lip nods, then gestures to the camera, “Well, I guess I’ll…” he heads over to stand by the camera, and Ian and Mickey turn to each other.
“Ready to do this, Milkovich?”
“Damn straight, Gallagher.”
Ian smiles and leans in to kiss him. Mickey hums into the kiss, and Ian continues to drop short but passionate kisses on his mouth. Mickey hums with pleasure in the back of his throat to each one, and before long, just kissing isn’t enough. Ian reaches for Mickey’s shirt to pull it up and over his head, and he dives in to start kissing Mickey’s neck. Mickey immediately lets out a throaty moan and reaches up to press against the back of Ian’s neck.
“Fuck, E…god, your mouth feels amazing.”
Ian briefly takes his lips off of Mickey’s neck, “Yeah? You getting hard for me, baby?”
“Fuck…always fucking hard for you, E.”
He grabs one of Ian’s hands and brings it to the tent in his boxers.
Ian moans as he strokes him through his boxers. Mickey moans against him and reaches to stroke Ian’s erection through his boxers, too.
They moan against each other, and Mickey whimpers, “Fuck…touch me, Red…wanna feel your hand on me.”
Ian pulls Mickey’s boxers down so he can step out of them, and he sheds his own at the same time. When he does, he hears a hiss from the side of the room, and he knows Lip’s enjoying the show. He doesn’t stop to focus on that and instead focuses his attention back to Mickey’s dick. He wraps his hand around it and starts to stroke him as he breathes and moans softly against his mouth.
“Love how hard you get for me, baby. Fucking love this dick.”
“Yeah…” Mickey grunts, “Fucking love how it feels when you touch me, when you stroke me like that. Feels fucking perfect.”
Ian licks into his mouth, then says, “Wanna taste you. Wanna feel you on my tongue.”
Mickey nods, “Fuck, yes,” then kisses Ian one last time before Ian drops to his knees. He takes the tip of Mickey’s dick just inside his mouth and swirls his tongue around it. Mickey’s hands immediately go to his hair as he throws his head back and moans.
“Oh, god, E…that fucking mouth…Jesus…”
Ian moans around Mickey’s dick as he slides his lips further down the shaft. He starts to slide back up, then he slides back down even more until the tip of Mickey’s dick is close to the back of his throat. He can’t hold it like Mickey can, but it’s enough for Mickey to moan even louder at the momentary feel of it.
“Fuck…love it when you suck me, E…feels so fucking good.”
Ian starts bobbing up and down on Mickey’s dick, and with every one of his moans, he also hears a responding grunt from the other side of the room. He smirks to himself and decides he’s gonna really put on a show for Lip. Not like it’ll totally be an act as Ian turns him out every time they fuck, but if this is a one-time-only thing, he’s gonna make sure he does this right.
So, it’s not an exaggeration when he says, “Fuck, E…gonna fucking cum if you keep going. Fuck…wanna wrap my lips around that cock, lover, show how good I suck you.”
Ian lifts off him completely and stands back up, pausing only to briefly lick into his mouth. Mickey moans, then turns to look in the direction of the camera, licking and biting his own lip as he drops to his knees in front of Ian. He starts off teasing Ian, and in turn the camera and Lip, as he sticks his tongue out to flutter it against the bundle of nerves on the underside of Ian’s head. This time, it’s Ian’s turn to moan and reach for Mickey’s head as he cups the back of his neck.
“Fuck, baby…suck my cock…yessssss…” Ian hisses out as Mickey takes the head inside his mouth and filthily swirls his tongue around it before sliding his lips over the head and down Ian’s shaft. Mickey’s a champion cocksucker, so he bobs up and down shallowly on his cock a few times before taking him all the way in. When his mouth reaches the base of Ian’s cock, two loud moans sound, one from Ian and one from Lip.
“Fuck…” a sound of awe from the direction of the camera.
“Fuck, Mick…love how your fucking throat feels…swallow for me, baby, wanna feel you swallow around me…oh fuck…do it again…holy shit…”
Mickey holds him there for a moment longer, then starts to pull back before deep-throating him again. He feels fingers thread through the hair on the sides of his head as Ian’s cock pulses in his mouth.
“Okay…holy fuck…okay, Mick, if you don’t stop, ‘m gonna cum in your mouth.”
Mickey looks up at him and winks before taking mercy on him and lifting off his cock entirely. A bead of precum pearls up in Ian’s slit, and Mickey leans in to lick it off before declaring, “Mmmmm, tastes so good, Red.”
He then stands up and shares the taste with Ian, filthily tangling their tongues together between their mouths.
“Fuck…ready to fuck me?”
“Always…”
“Fuck…wanna ride your cock, E…”
“Yeah,” Ian nods as he breathes against Mickey’s mouth, “why don’t you turn around so I can watch that ass?”
“You want me to face the camera?”
Ian shrugs, “Might as well put on a good show, right?”
Mickey smirks at him as he licks his lips, “Get on the bed.”
Ian grins at him and lays down on their bed. Mickey grabs the lube and squeezes some in his hands. He strokes Ian’s cock a few times, getting it lubed up, then swirls the excess lube around his hole. Ian had made sure to prep him before Lip got there, but a little extra lube never hurt anyone. Once he’s satisfied with the lubrication on Ian’s cock, he swings one leg over his hips and backs up against it. He reaches behind him to grasp Ian’s cock, placing it at his entrance. He makes sure to make eye contact with Lip and licks his lips as he sinks down on Ian’s 9-inch cock and takes him all the way in.
The look of lust in Lip’s eyes is palpable as he watches Mickey start to ride Ian. Mickey plants his hands on Ian’s shins so he can lift up and slam his ass back down on Ian’s cock. He watches Lip mouth the word, “Fuck…” as his hand strokes his erection while he eye fucks Mickey.
The look in Mickey’s eyes asks, “You wish this was you, don’t you?” and the resounding answer in Lip’s eyes is, “Oh, fuck, yes.”
Mickey decides to add to the show by leaning back and planting his feet on either side of Ian’s hips. He reaches back to grasp on to Ian’s torso and arches his back as he lifts himself up, then drops back down onto Ian’s cock.
“Fuck, Mick…” Ian’s voice sounds in Mickey’s ear as he continues to do it a few more times, then he says affectionately, “Fucking show-off.”
Mickey drops back to his knees and looks over his shoulder as he winks at Ian. He leans forward again so he can twerk against Ian’s thighs, giving him a wicked view of his ass while he moans and grunts and bites his lip as he makes eye contact with Lip, whose hand is blurring over his dick.
Mickey sits up and turns to look over his shoulder at Ian again, “Want you to fuck me from behind.”
It’s top of the list for both of their favorite sex positions. The angle allows Ian to go deeper, and it’s easy for him to hit Mickey’s prostate as he does. The best is when Ian lifts his upper body and goes hard at him, and this position almost always leads to that.
Mickey gets on all fours, and Ian positions himself behind him. He doesn’t really have a choice but to look over at the camera and Lip, and Lip’s eyes are mostly set on Mickey, but they’re also darting back and forth to Ian, too. Ian doesn’t have to look at Mickey to know that his husband is playing up the chance to play exhibitionist for both the camera and Lip. He almost envies Mickey’s ability to focus on the part of this that gets him off instead of on the reason why they’re doing this in the first place. He subtly shakes his head, clearing it of those thoughts, so he can refocus on the task at hand.
He slowly pushes into Mickey, and as he does, Mickey throws his head back and lets out a high-pitched moan from the back of his throat. Ian sets a slow pace, and Mickey starts talking, making the situation even more erotic.
“Fuck,” he moans, looking straight at Lip, “always fuck me so good, don’tcha, Red? Shit…can’t get enough of that fucking cock…oh god…so fucking good, E…”
Mickey can see the naked want in Lip’s eyes as he watches them, and there’s some jealousy mixed in there, too. It makes him feel powerful for both himself and Ian. Powerful for himself because part of his kink of exhibitionism is getting off on the arousal of being watched. And powerful for Ian because he’s well aware of all the times Ian feels like he’s come in 2nd to Lip over the course of their lives.
Ian smacks him on the ass as he thrusts in and out of him, and Mickey whines as he bites his lip, “Fuck…do it again…”
Ian happily obliges, and Mickey makes the same sound, “Yes, lover…smack my ass while you pound it…fuck…yeah…just like that, E…”
It’s about that time that Ian reaches under Mickey’s torso and pulls him up so his back is to Ian’s front. It always makes the feeling more intense, and Mickey’s moans get even higher-pitched and louder.
“Oh, fuck yes…’m so close, baby…make me cum on that huge cock…”
Ian leans down to where his mouth is right by Mickey’s ear, “Want you to watch him when you cum, baby. Want him to see how much you love this, how good I give it to you…”
Mickey moans as his eyes start to roll back in his head. He fights to open his eyes and locks them with Lip’s, “Fuck…’m gonna cum…shit…cum with me, baby…wanna feel you shoot inside of me…fuck…FUCK…’m cumming…UNGH…UNGH…UNGH…”
Mickey keeps his eyes locked on Lip’s as Lip lets out a loud moan and cums all over his hand while Mickey’s in the midst of his own orgasm. As soon as Lip finishes, Mickey leans his head back on Ian’s shoulder and turns his face towards him. Ian is right there to meet his mouth, and he situates his hand lightly against Mickey’s throat. Fuck, Mickey loves this. He might’ve already cum, but that doesn’t mean he gets any less pleasure out of it. He breathes against Ian’s mouth as he whispers, “Fuck…I love you…Love you so fucking much…fucking cum for me, E…”
And that’s all it takes for Ian to moan through his own orgasm as he pants against Mickey’s mouth. Mickey’s body goes into aftershocks as he feels Ian’s cum shoot inside of him. The two of them continue to pant and breathe against each other’s mouths, kissing languidly as they both come down.
Ian grins big against Mickey’s mouth, “Fuck, baby…that was so fucking good…you’re fucking amazing.”
Mickey’s used to being praised in bed, but there’s something about it coming from Ian that always makes him feel warm inside and makes him blush a little. He returns Ian’s smile, “You make it easy, E…always fuck and love me so good.”
The two kiss for a few moments longer, then Ian pulls back with a gentle nip of Mickey’s lips and strokes his cheek. The clearing of a throat reminds them that they’re not alone in the room, and they both look over at Lip, who looks sort of shell-shocked but has obviously cleaned himself up and has his pants pulled back up.
Despite his initial discomfort with the situation, Ian’s feeling pretty proud of his and Mickey’s sexual performance. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, per se, but Ian can imagine what it was like from an observer’s point of view, and he bets it was really fucking hot.
Ian leans in to kiss Mickey once more, then gently pulls out from his ass, “I’ll grab some tissues really quick.”
He disappears to their bathroom and is back a few seconds later with a stack of tissues. He’s wiping the cum off his cock and hands a few to Mickey to wipe the quickly drying semen from his torso. He goes to wipe Mickey’s ass, but Mickey stops him, “Wanna feel it drip out of me.”
Ian smiles at him filthily, “I can always eat it out of your ass later.”
Mickey bites his lip and blushes as he nods, and Ian turns to look at Lip.
“Didja press stop?”
The look on Lip’s face is somewhere between disgust and awe, and it takes him a moment to process what Ian just asked him. He robotically reaches a hand up to press stop, then his hand drops back to his side.
“Lip? You okay?”
Lip shakes his head as if he’s trying to clear it, and he clears his throat, “Yeah, I’m, uh, yeah, I’m good.”
“You sure?”
Lip nods, then gives both Mickey and Ian a genuine look of gratitude, “Thank you both for…this…It was…yeah…”
Ian and Mickey turn to look at each other and grin, and Mickey says, “Glad you enjoyed yourself, Gallagher.”
Lip nods one more time, then gestures to their bedroom door, “’m gonna…Ian, you wanna, uh, grab lunch or something next week?”
Ian’s confused to say the least. He really didn’t expect for Mickey’s theory to work, but Lip’s talking to him like he doesn’t want to fuck his husband and like everything’s back to normal between them.
“Um, yeah, we can…we can do that.”
“Cool. I’ll, uh, I’ll text you next week, then.”
Lip turns to leave, and Ian calls after him, “Yeah, later then…I guess…”
After they hear their apartment door open and close, Ian and Mickey turn to look at each other with identical looks of confusion.
Mickey’s the first one to speak, “The fuck was that?”
Confused laughter bubbles out of Ian, “No fucking idea.”
Mickey shrugs, then looks at Ian as he bites his lip, “Wanna come eat my ass out in the shower?”
Arousal stirs in Ian’s gut, even though he just came not even 10 minutes before, “Fuck, yes.”
They both hurry to the bathroom, already eager for another round.
Surprisingly, Ian gets a text from Lip the following Monday asking to meet for lunch that Wednesday. Ian had expected Lip to brush him off or avoid him after the previous Friday, so he’s interested to see how their lunch is going to go.
When he arrives at the diner, Lip’s already there with a drink in front of him. He greets Ian with a smile, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
Ian orders a drink, and the waitress says she’ll be back in a few minutes for their lunch order.
After she leaves, Ian looks at Lip, “Hey, man, everything okay?”
Lip nods slowly, “Yeah, I just…I dunno…is this weird now?”
Ian shrugs, “Depends. Do you still wanna fuck my husband?”
Lip chuckles, “No, actually.”
Ian looks even more confused, “Seriously? I thought for sure after last Friday…”
Lip shakes his head, “Don’t get me wrong. It was seriously fucking hot, like…fuck…but I dunno. This is probably going to sound weird, but after I…you know…and the two of you kept going, there was just something about watching the two of you and how into each other and into sex with each other you both are. I just…it’s really hard for me to imagine having that kind of connection with someone. And, after seeing it, I…I really want that or to try for that, at least.”
“With Mickey???”
“Fuck…no, Ian, not with your husband…Jesus…I want to have that kind of connection, like, in a relationship with someone.”
Ian nods in understanding, and Lip continues, “Is it always like that?”
“With me and Mickey? Yeah, pretty much.”
“Wow…I just, wow…”
“So, wait a minute…I’m sorry, but you’ve been sneaking over to our apartment for the past month and getting off to videos of Mickey being fucked, and now, you’re telling me that after watching the two of us together, you no longer want to fuck him because of the connection you saw between us when we were having sex…???”
Lip shrugs and gives Ian a half-smile, “After seeing that, I don’t think I’d be satisfied with anything less than that. And I’m obviously not gonna have the same connection or experience with him, so…yeah, that’s what I’m saying.”
Ian looks at him like he’s still having trouble believing what Lip’s saying, and then Lip says, “I do have one question, though. Did you really…you know…like eat his…afterwards?”
Ian rolls his eyes, “If you really wanna know, then yes, about 5 minutes after you left.”
Lip makes a completely disgusted face, “Oh, god…eugh…get that fucking image out of my head…Jesus…If I’d had any thoughts of being attracted to men, that just erased all of them.”
Ian laughs out loud, breaking all the remaining tension between them. They order and eat lunch together, then go their separate ways, making general plans for a possible family dinner that weekend or the following week.
They both walk away smiling to themselves, and in the future, if Lip jerks off every now and again at home to his memory of that night, that’s no one’s business but his own.
