#kinda related to the post .... the pregame... maybe I’ll write the smut.... who knows

[grabmyboner]

I wish you would write a fic where you expand on your post about Ian and Mickey starting an OnlyFans. Good lord I would read the hell out of that.

“Maybe I’ll start an OnlyFans,” Sandy says as she lays on the floor of Ian and Mickey’s living room, staring at the ceiling and attempting to balance her fifth beer on her forehead.

“What the fucks an OnlyFans?” Mickey asks.

“Porn,” Ian replies.

Sandy slowly lets go of the bottle and holds her arms out wide as the glass balances unsteadily, “Not always, I mean sure most people use it for sexual content but I mean my friend’s sister’s cousin dresses in full spandex and sits on different flavoured pies and she gets like four hundred dollars a week,”

“Sounds fuckin’ sexual to me,” Mickey says with raised brows, he brings his beer to his lips and watches as Sandy catches her bottle before it hits the ground.

Some beer spills onto the floor and Ian pushes his feet into Sandy’s thighs from his spot on the couch, “Clean it up,” He says looking down at her. Sandy rolls her eyes and uses the sleeve of her flannel to soak up the alcohol.

“I mean like sexual as in she doesn’t have to fuck on camera, just does weird shit like that. But then I know my friend Erin just rubs a few out on camera and gets a couple hundred a week as well.” She elaborates.

“Why do you wanna do that shit?” Mickey asks his cousin.

“I’m broke. Why else?”

Mickey shrugs slightly, “I guess but then a’bunch’a randos are gonna see you like naked or whatever,”

“Okay, prude.” Sandy snorts.

“Oh fuck off. M’jus’ sayin’. Aren’t you a lil’ weirded out by that?”

“Not if they’re gonna pay me cash to do it.”

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It was three days later when Ian is laying with his head on Mickey’s chest, scrolling on his phone as Mickey plays with the hair at the nape of his neck, that Mickey brings it up.

“Y’know that thing Sandy was talkin’ ‘bout?”

Ian lets out a little puff of air through his nostrils at a funny video on his Instagram feed. He double taps a like on the video before replying to Mickey.

“Which thing?”

“The porn thing.”

“What about it?” Ian rolls his head a little to look up at Mickey who is staring off out the window as he scratches at Ian’s scalp.

Mickey stays silent for a few seconds, Ian watches patiently knowing sometimes he needs a second to get his words out properly. He turns his head to press his lips against the smooth skin on Mickey’s chest and gives it a few soft kisses while he waits.

“If say, we did it, reckon we’d like, I dunno, make money?”

Ian pauses mid-kiss, his lips puckered and pressed between Mickey’s pecks and he stares up at him with brows raised. He lifts himself onto one elbow so he’s looking down at Mickey.

He avoids Mickey’s eyes so as not to spook him, knowing this probably took a few days for him to work up the courage to say. Instead, he watches his free hand trace along the tattoo over Mickey’s heart, “I mean, yeah I think so. Why? That something you’d be into?”

Mickey shrugs against the mattress, his hands now resting on his stomach, “Dunno,”

“I think it’s hot,” Ian admits, his hand moving up towards Mickey’s neck.

He grasps at his throat softly, his large hand eloping it perfectly.

Mickey swallows as Ian’s hand puts more pressure against his airway.

“Yeah?” Mickey whispers, finally looking Ian in the eyes.

Ian gives a sly smirk and licks his lips, leaning down closer to Mickey’s. He hovers a hair away from touching their lips together and can feel Mickey’s neck straining against his hand as he tries to push up to connect them.

“Yeah.”

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