Theory of Attachment [18+] [mxm]

12. Messy With A Capital M

"What's the consensus on roleplay?" Micah asked over Wednesday brunch. It was an inevitable question given that Micah had woken up with morning wood three days in a row with vague recollections of dreams where he ravages Alistair in varying degrees of fantasy. In a gym locker room, on the floor behind a bar at a party, the back of a taxi.

None of these were new fantasies to him. He often wondered what he could get away with in public (not that he'd ever found a partner to engage with such ideas), but public sex wasn't roleplaying.

It was only roleplaying because in Micah's dreams, they were strangers. Alistair was his trainer at the gym. Alistair was the bartender making eyes at Micah all night. Alistair was the Wall Street business man intruding on Micah's Uber and telling the driver to step on it.

But roleplaying fantasies weren't exactly a common topic for their Wednesday brunches in between 8AM and afternoon classes. Kennedy choked on her croissant.

"What do you mean?" Benny asked to fill in the not-quite-silence of Kennedy coughing into her napkin and rousing suspicion from the table over.

Micah realized now why he'd never thought about roleplaying or domming. He didn't know how to talk about it without sounding inexperienced, and he quite liked showing his experience.

"I just—I mean, have you ever roleplayed before?"

"Yeah," Benny said, and then looked to Kennedy.

Rather than answer, Kennedy, now recovered, turned to Micah and said, "Are you telling us you've never roleplayed?"

"What!" Benny cried. "Dude, that's, like, basics. I thought you were past basics."

Irritation itched at Micah's brow. He scratched it and, scowling at his coffee, said, "Yeah, me too. Now I know why I don't fuck older guys."

Benny looked opened his mouth as if to scream, but merely stared at Micah.

Kennedy snorted. "And why's that."

"I prefer being the more experienced one."

Benny shut his mouth. "This is about Alistair."

Kennedy's sharp laugh called Micah into question. "Yeah, right," she said, but one look at Micah confirmed Benny's suspicions. "Wait, what. Your first time ever roleplaying was with that guy?"

"'That guy'? I thought we liked him," Benny said.

Micah rolled his eyes. "I didn't roleplay with him. He just told me about the play he did before the Halloween party. Anyway, none of you are answering my question: what's the consensus?"

"Yes. Immediate yes," Benny said in lieu of Kennedy's silence on the matter. Before Micah could cross his arms and properly laugh, Benny went on. "I'm serious. Dude, roleplaying is essential."

"Yeah, and lemme guess. Your favorite role to play is the doting husband saying, 'Honey, I'm home!' and your wife's in, like, a maid costume with bread in the oven—no pun intended."

Benny's puffed-out cheeks turned pink with indignation. "So what if it is! What's your role, then?"

"I don't know, because I've never fucking done it apparently."

"Kennedy, what about that scene you did last week with the sex goddess?"

Despite the gender being flipped, alarm bells were ringing. He stared at Kennedy, her blush and tightly cinched lips, and tried to remember what lipstick color Daphne wore.