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Joey's doing it again. Looking at Mick like he wants to say something but is too afraid to speak up. Joey thinks he's being subtle, thinks Mick hasn't noticed, but he has and it's really starting to get on his fucking nerves.
"What do you want?" Mick grunts. He knows he sounds annoyed but he hates when people won't just spit it the fuck out.
"What?" Joey asks. He looks confused by Mick's sudden irritation.
"You're staring at me like you want something," Mick says.
"No I'm not," Joey says and he sounds awfully defensive.
"Yes you were," Mick says. "So what the fuck do you want?" And he's not trying to be mean, he's just not in the mood for games.
Joey looks away and Mick thinks he might be blushing, thinks he looks embarrassed at being caught. And really, it's not a big deal, he doesn't know why Joey's acting like that. He's about to let it go when Joey finally speaks up.
"It's just, you have big hands," Joey says, as if that's a real explanation.
"Yeah, and?" Mick snorts. Everyone has big hands compared to Joey.
"And I want-" Joey cuts off. He seems frustrated at having to explain.
"What do you want?"
"It's nothing. Just forget it," Joey dismisses.
"I know you want something, so just say it already."
"I want you to choke me," Joey blurts out.
"What?" Mick asks in disbelief. That's definitely not what he'd been expecting.
"I want you to put your big hand around my throat and squeeze."
"You want me to choke you?" Mick asks, trying to get his brain to catch up.
Joey nods, tucks his hair behind his ears, inadvertently exposing his pale throat. Mick's eyes track the movement.
"Ok."
Joey looks at Mick, eyes wide in surprise.
"What?"
"I'll choke you."
"I- what?"
"Do you want to get choked or not?"
Joey nods.
"Then come here."
Joey slowly gets up and approaches the couch Mick is settled on. He kind of seems like he’s waiting for Mick to laugh it off, like he thinks Mick’s fucking with him. Mick doesn't laugh because he's completely serious, because he has every intention of giving Joey what he'd asked for.
Joey seems to realize that it's definitely not a joke when Mick roughly pulls him into his lap the moment he's close enough to do so. Joey’s hands land on Mick’s shoulder and for a minute Mick thinks he’s going to pull away, that maybe he’ll have to play it off as a joke after all. But Joey doesn’t pull away, just readjusts so he’s comfortably straddling Mick's lap and this is definitely happening now.
Joey's breath catches as Mick's large hand settles on his throat. It fits perfectly, almost like Mick's hand was made to be wrapped around his throat.
"You sure about this?" Mick asks.
Joey nods.
Mick's hand squeezes lightly around Joey's throat, a barely there pressure, but it's enough to have Joey’s pulse jumping. Mick can feel it.
"Just hit me or something if you wanna stop."
That's all the warning Joey gets before Mick's hand is squeezing again, tighter than before but nowhere near as much as he seems to want. Mick holds it for a few long seconds, watching Joey's reaction.
But Joey doesn't react much at all, he's just sitting pretty in Mick's lap like he isn't about to be choked out. If Mick couldn’t feel Joey’s pulse he’d think this wasn’t affecting him at all. Mick huffs a laugh, thinks he should’ve expected as much, thinks it’s a shame Joey’s so bad at poker because his poker face is truly amazing.
Mick squeezes a little longer this time but not any harder. He wants to watch Joey get worked up for real before they really get into it. He makes sure to be careful, doesn’t put pressure in any of the wrong places, keeps count of the seconds as they tick by. He knows this is dangerous, knows this could easily go wrong and he feels something he doesn't fully understand at the fact that Joey trusts him enough to let him do this.
Joey squirms a little and Mick notices the growing bulge in his shorts, almost perfectly on display with the way he’s straddling Mick’s lap and Mick can’t help himself. He squeezes Joey’s throat, squeezes him through his shorts at the same time.
Joey makes a gasping sound, pushes his hips up into Mick’s firm hand. It’s super hot and probably more than a little gay to be thinking that, but Mick decides that right now the hotness factor cancels out the gayness factor. He keeps his hand right there on Joey’s dick because they’re both fully clothed and he can’t actually see the dick he’s touching, so it can’t be that gay.
Joey’s panting by the time Mick loosens his grip, face flushed a nice shade of red and that’s more like it. Now they’re fucking getting somewhere. Now he’s properly worked up. Now he’s ready for more and Mick’s going to give it to him. It would be mean not to at this point.
Mick gives Joey a moment to breathe before he squeezes his throat again, squeezes his dick through his shorts at the same time. Joey makes the same gasping sound and it’s just as hot as before and maybe the hotness doesn’t cancel out the gayness as much as Mick thought, but who gives a fuck. He’s got a fragile throat in one hand and a hard dick in the other and that’s his main focus, the hot to gay ratio can wait till later.
Mick counts down the seconds, loosens his grip on Joey's throat, gives him a moment to breathe. Does it again and again. Squeeze, release and repeat.
Joey's rock hard under Mick's hand and Mick knows it must be uncomfortable being trapped under the layers of clothing, knows the muted sensation of his touch must be a huge tease. He unbuttons Joey's shorts and gets a hand in his boxers because he doesn't want him to be uncomfortable, not because he wants to touch his dick. That would be gay as fuck.
Joey groans when Mick gets a hand on his dick, groans again when Mick starts slowly jerking him off inside his shorts. The angle is uncomfortable, isn’t really working for either of them and that just won't do. Mick shoves Joey's shorts out of the way and gets his dick out so he can jerk him off properly.
It's kind of really fucking hot watching Joey fuck into his fist while he chokes him. Joey’s panting, and squirming, as much as he can with the hand around his throat. He looks like he’s on another fucking planet and Mick knows this isn’t going to last much longer. Mick squeezes a little harder, strokes a little faster, and that seems to be enough.
Joey’s silent when he comes, the lack of air making any sound impossible. And Mick’s still pretty sure he’s not gay, but that just earned a top three spot in his favorite jerk off scenarios.