The following chapter contains explicit material intended for an 18+ audience ONLY. 

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"Oh, fuck!" Mickey says as his fingers dig into my thighs. I grind against him as I stare down at his twisted expression, loving that I was the one that gave it to him. His body shudders between my legs. I slide my hands against his chest as he comes down.

"Feel better, baby?" I ask him. He nods as he pants, his face still tense. He hums his assent. "Good." I ease off him and stand to go to the kitchen.

This is my last night in Ohio. I'm sure I should be feeling something, but Mickey was here, and he's ... distracting.

He had helped me pack up the last of my things. Most of my clothes are in boxes to donate. The rest I packed in luggage I plan to check, excluding a couple outfits I kept in my carry-on, just in case. 

We sold my car and most of my furniture on one of those apps. Now there was nothing left but boxes, suitcases, and the bedding we piled on the floor of my living room to sleep in. This was it. We would be leaving to catch our flight around eleven.

I walk back over with the last of my juice. I kneel down onto the blankets and hand Mickey the glass. "Thank you," he says before taking a sip. I crawl into the covers and lie down beside him against the pillows. "So are you excited yet?"

I wasn't quite sure what I was feeling. "I think so."

He laughs and settles back into the makeshift bed. "You sure you want to do this? Last chance to change your mind."

I laugh. "Of course I am, Mickey. You should be the one wanting to back out." I press my lips to his.

"You should stop saying that," he scolds me, all while kissing me back.

I lean away and rest my head against the pillow. "You can ask me about it, you know."

"I know." He props his head against his fist. "But you don't seem to want me to."

"Mickey, I love you. The real, scary, forever kind of love. You're the only person I've ever wanted to talk to about it." I stare into his eyes and watch his brows furrow as he smiles. "Ask me anything."

His mouth twists as he hesitates. "Do you ... do you know the father?"

"Yes and no. He was my cousin's Colombian friend from college. I met him in Mexico on vacation with my dad," I admit. To be honest, I'm not even sure I remember his name. "I convinced myself I loved him, but he was just a boy."

"Just a boy?"

"Just a boy," I say and place a quick kiss to his lips. "He isn't important."

Mickey nods, but he doesn't look like his mind is made up. "You were fifteen, right?"

"When I had him, yes. Not when I got pregnant."

"You were fourteen? That's so young ..." He sighs. "Did he ... assault you?"

"No," I say, though that isn't completely true. I was a damaged teen, trying to do anything to get my dad to worry about me so I wouldn't feel the pain of my mom leaving. I would always blame myself for what happened, whether I was technically at fault or not. "Things happened and I did what I had to do. No regrets, right?" Mickey nods, brushing my hair back from my face. I look at him hesitantly. "Do you ... want to see him?"

"See who?"

"Emilio."

His brows furrow, but he nods. "Yeah."

I reach over into my purse and grab my wallet. I dig into the secret pocket and pull it out carefully. My heart races nervously, unsure of how Mickey will react.

I hold up the wallet-size photo of the perfect baby with chubby cheeks and huge, dark-brown eyes. The tiny smile on his face makes my heart break into a million pieces. "This is him at six months. I never got another picture after this one."

Mickey stares at him for a few moments. My skin aches until I see his expression change into a happy smile. "He's as fucking cute as you are." I feel happy in a way I can't explain. My eyes prickle with tears, but I blink them away.

"I know, right?" I squeak. I look over at him, smiling down at the weathered picture I've never shown anyone else. "I love you so much, Mickey."

His brown eyes bounce up to mine and he grins. "I know you do." He leans forward and kisses me.

I tuck the picture back safely in its place, then push my purse away as if to pretend it never happened. I want to change the subject, but there is something pressing on my mind. "You know..." I start to say. "We never really talk about your family."

"I thought it was implied that I don't want to," he says defensively. Too defensively.

"You think I enjoy talking about my dead dad, absentee mom, and baby I gave away?" I ask cruelly.

"Jesus Christ, Penny," he groans. "You are the bluntest person in the world, aren't you?"

"Probably. So do you talk to them?"

He scrubs his hands over his face. "My mom, yeah. Pretty often."

"Does she care about what you do?"

"She hates it, but I'm her baby boy. She's hoping I'll grow out of it and be happy. My sister is fine too. It's my dad and brothers I have the real issue with."

"Why?"

"I had my issues with my dad long before I ruined his image by fucking on camera. And my brothers..." He sighs heavily. "They're so fucking homophobic they can't understand why I'd possibly..." he trails off. I see the muscle in his jaw flex.

"This makes you mad, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, it makes me mad."

"Well... You know I love you and everything you do," I tell him with a smile. "So there's that." I place small kisses along his jawline until it relaxes.

When I lean away, his expression is odd. "I ... I have them, you know."

"Have what?"

"My gay scenes." I instantly feel turned on.

"What?" I ask, perking up. "You've had them this whole time and you didn't care to share with your biggest fan?"

Mickey rolls his eyes. He sits up and reaches over to grab his laptop. I sit up next to him, excitedly awaiting what I'm about to see. He opens it, goes to a website and signs in. "The deal is, we're only watching this once and we won't speak of it again."

"I mean, that's what you think," I say under my breath, and he gives me a sideways glance.

He pulls up a video and it starts playing the awful twang of a bad porno theme song. "It's really shitty quality, and I'm not proud of my work in this."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Shut up and let me enjoy this."

It starts up, and a younger version of Mickey appears. He wears the most stereotypical straight dude outfit of cargo shorts, polo, and a backwards cap. Another man approaches him and they exchange a few badly timed lines. The man tries to kiss Mickey and he turns away. "Come on, man," he says. "It's not gay."

"Wow!" I exclaim. "Very believable dialogue."

Mickey hides his face in his hands. "I told you, it's fucking horrible."

Young Mickey struggles against him until the man reaches for his fly, and unfastens his pants. Only after they drop to the floor does Mickey say, "No!" and reach for them.

Mickey groans with embarrassment beside me, and I laugh. "This is so great," I say laughingly. I curl up my knees, ready to study every frame that passes.

The man runs his hands over Mickey's body, then reaches down and strokes him. "They didn't want me to get pink from Viagra, so I'm pretty limp through most of it."

Who the fuck does he think I am? Some kind of porn newbie? I think to myself, all while knowing it takes a lot for him to feel insecure.

I smile at him. "I really don't need your commentary the whole time. Let me enjoy this." The man lowers to his knees, and I feel myself getting wet. My mouth drops as it pulls out to a wide shot of Mickey loving getting his cock sucked by another attractively muscular man. "Fuck," I say. "That's really hot."

"Are you getting off to me about to fuck another guy?" Mickey laughs.

"You're going to fuck him? Holy shit," I nearly groan. I turn back to the screen, my mouth still hanging open. The man stands up and takes off his shirt. As he undoes his pants, Mickey pauses it. I gasp. "No! What are you doing?" When I look over and see his sultry expression, my pussy clenches.

"You want me to fuck you while you watch me fuck someone else?" He asks with a growly voice.

I stare at him, not sure how to answer. My vagina seems to know, though.

"... Yeah. I'd really like that."

Mickey lays me on my stomach, propping my hips up on a circular pillow so my ass is exposed to him. He runs his fingers over my opening and groans. "You're so wet. I love how much I turn you on." He reaches forward and plays the video.

Young Mickey strokes his companion's cock as they kiss badly. He obviously hated it, but it makes it so much hotter for me. The man turns around and bends over a table telling Mickey to "fuck his ass hard". I stifle a laugh. I swear the damn thing should be a comedy.

Mickey grips my ass as his tongue slide through my folds, and then higher. He swirls the tip against my other entrance, and it makes me twitch. I turn back to find him stroking himself as he continues. He looks up at catches me staring. "Watch your movie," he tells me with a devilish smile.

I turn back and Young Mickey is finally hard. He pushes his cock into the man's ass slowly. I feel Mickey grip my hips as he presses into my pussy at the same slow pace. I groan as he fills me, the position making me feel so tight around him.

Young Mickey looks hesitant as if he's heard every anal sex horror story, but his companion is making it seem like he's doing something great. Mickey thrusts slowly into me pressing his hands onto my back. My ass tilts up more towards him and he changes his angle, finding my g-spot. I drop my head as I moan, loving his perfect, even rhythm. I glance up as Young Mickey starts to go at it, pumping evenly as the other man strokes himself. It's so fucking hot, I moan loudly as Mickey quickens his pace to match. I start to tense.

By the end, Young Mickey is fucking the man vigorously, moaning and cursing. Mickey slams his cock against my g-spot over and over, and I am a complete mess. He pounds into me so hard, so fast. I can't hear anything over the sounds of my loud moans and his hips slapping against my ass.

"Ah! Fuck!" I practically scream as I come. I shudder violently beneath him, my pussy squeezing and releasing him as he slows his pace. 

I collapse, breathing heavily as waves of pleasure course through my body. Mickey leans over and whispers in my ear. "Your pussy feels so tight around me, baby. But I want to feel that ass." What? I feel his finger enter me and my eyes go wide.

Mickey withdraws and I look back hesitantly, but I can't tell him no. I trust him.

And I'm curious.

He bites his lower lip as he spreads me open, coating me in my own wetness. He opens a little bottle of lube, then fingers my ass a while longer until I feel relaxed and ready. I tilt myself towards him and he starts to push himself in. I take in a sharp breath as I feel the foreign, burning sensation. Mickey stops and leans forward.

"Relax, baby," he coos, placing a slow kiss to the sensitive nape of my neck. I shiver. "I'll be quick."

I take a few deep breaths to ease my tenseness. He slides in just a little further before retracting slowly, and I sigh.

It feels uncomfortable at first, but as he moves, I start to feel it. Mickey rubs himself shallowly and evenly in a spot that makes me melt, and I relax further as the deep pleasure overtakes me.

I feel close again. There's no way I can come like this, but it feels so good. "Ah! Yes!" I yell to him.

He groans in response. "Yeah, baby, take it!" He presses his hands against my back and neck, pinning me down as he thrusts faster. I feel him get harder, and it starts to become too much. Just as I'm about to tell him to stop, Mickey stills, groaning loudly as he comes.

I look up the see Young Mickey stroking himself to completion onto the man's ass, and I feel a little ... weird.

Mickey eases out of me slowly and rolls to his back beside me as he pants. I remove the pillow from beneath my hips as I start to question my judgment. "That was ..." I try to find the correct word. "Interesting."

He chuckles as he delicately removes the condom. "You might be a little kinky, baby. You think I'm going to judge you?" 

I cover my face and laugh heartily. "We are so fucked up, Mickey." He laughs then presses his lips against my shoulder.

"Thanks for accepting all of me," he says quietly. I look back up to him and see his brown eyes filled with an unrecognizable mix of emotions. "I mean it."

I grin happily. "Ditto, gorgeous," I say in his words.

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A/N: Please forgive me! Don't forget to vote, comment, and add to your library if you want more!