“Fuck no.”
“Asshole.” Roger tried to pull his hand away.
Mickey sighed and held on. “Not yet, okay? But I will.”
“That’s fair, I guess.” Roger was quiet for a long moment. “Thank you.”
“For?”
“Giving me another chance.”
“Just… stop fucking up, and I won’t have to keep doing it.”
“And miss out on this prime hate sex? Pfffft.”
Mickey groaned loudly. “God, I really can’t stand you sometimes.”
“I do kinda miss your dick jewelry,” Roger said wistfully. “Need to get a new one.”
“I actually had the damn thing back in and lost the little fuckin’ ball. Can you believe that shit?”
Roger laughed. “Clumsy fuck.”
“Shut up.” Mickey thumped Roger’s nipple ring.
“Ow! Dick!”
“I oughta get us a matching set.”
“Oh, yeah?” Roger’s face lit up. “Like, a set of promise nipple and dick rings?”
Mickey thought back to the photo from Rowena’s party.
He hadn’t known then why Roger was so happy when he took that photograph, but he never wanted to forget the way he’d looked at him that night. He knew now it was because Roger had made up his mind to propose.
At the time, Mickey had said no.
But now…
“Engagement nipple ring?” Mickey suggested, watching Roger’s expression carefully.
“What?” Roger’s eyes widened. “But you… you told me no. I asked you, and you said no. No, wait, you didn’t just say ‘no.’ You told menever.” He shook his head. “Don’t fuck with me. Not about that. Please.”
“I’m not.” Mickey kissed Roger’s hand. “I mean it. You were right. About me bein’ an asshole. We got a good thing, and I was never willing to go all in. But whatever fuckin’ future I have, I want you in it.”
“You’re serious?” Roger looked hesitant.
“Yeah. I am.” Mickey took a deep breath. “I must be as crazy as you are, but yeah. I wanna be with you, Roger. Only you. For the rest of my life.”
“Oh! Well.” Roger turned up his nose with a huff. “If you want me to accept, you’d better get down on one knee and ask me right—”
Mickey growled. “The only one gettin’ on their knees anytime soon is you, you slut. I’m still fuckin’ mad at you, and I swear if you fuck around on me again—”
Roger kissed him, hard, stealing away all the words from his lips. “Mm, I don’t even care,” he whispered. “I’ll suck your damn dick for the rest of eternity. Whatever it takes. You said you’d marry me.”
“Yeah.” Mickey hugged him close, and he smiled. His heart skipped a few beats when their eyes met again. “I guess I kinda did.”
“I love you, Mickey.” Roger was smiling so brightly that it seemed to light up the whole car.
