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Micky gazed appreciatively at Mike as their breathing slowly returned to normal.
Mike naturally had a lot of sex appeal, but he always looked especially beautiful after their lovemaking. He could’ve been the centerfold in—well, Micky wasn’t sure. Playboy for gay men, he supposed, even though that wasn’t a thing.
Maybe he would make it a thing. And Mike could be his star model. All the other models could accuse him of favoritism because he took Mike to bed every night—or maybe they would accuse Mike of sleeping his way to success. That would probably hurt him, actually. Mike had a lot of pride, and he was proud of his hard work. Of course, if Micky started a magazine just to put Mike on every other page, then Mike hadn’t earned anything through hard work—but he wouldn’t have been sleeping his way to success, either. And maybe it was hard work being so sexy.
Either way, the rumors would hurt Mike. And the last thing Micky ever, ever wanted to do was hurt Mike. Maybe he’d be better off just taking pictures for himself. Why would he want to share Mike with the world, anyway? It would just drive the masses wild with jealousy that they couldn’t have him. And the more Micky thought about it, the more he wanted to be selfish. Mike’s beauty—especially this raw, vulnerable, post-sex look—was his to admire, and his alone, and that was special.
He was so lucky—and very grateful—that Mike had chosen him to share his life and his bed with.
“And what are you thinking about?” Mike asked with an undertone of amusement, and Micky snapped back to the present.
“Mm, how sexy you are,” Micky replied smoothly, drawing Mike close and kissing him deeply.
Mike returned the kiss without hesitation, but when Micky finally pulled back, he leveled a knowing look at him and said, “Micky.”
“Starting a magazine,” Micky replied with a grin.
Mike closed his eyes for a moment as a breathy chuckle escaped him.
“But it was because you’re so sexy!” Micky continued, and Mike opened his eyes to smile at him with equal parts fondness and amusement. “Don’t worry, though, I decided against it. I want you all to myself.”
“Oh yeah?” Mike asked, eyebrows raised high.
“Yeah,” Micky told him, and kissed him again.
Mike hummed as they parted. “Well, you know, it’s probably for the best. I’m not sure how much time you’d have for the band if you were busy running a magazine.”
Micky frowned. “I hadn’t thought of that.”
“Good thing you decided against it, then,” Mike offered, and Micky’s frown flipped upside down.
“True!” He planted another kiss on Mike’s lips, then hummed, “I’m smart like that.”
“You sure are, sugar.” Mike’s smile was fond as he ran a hand through Micky’s hair.
Micky’s eyes drifted shut for a moment as he absorbed the touch. Then they were opening, and he was grinning at Mike, and saying, “And you’re hot. And I’m the luckiest man alive.”
Mike hummed. “The feeling is mutual.”
Micky’s only response was to kiss him again.