Theory of Attachment [18+] [mxm]

18. Have Fun ❤️ Alistair

TW: Drugs i.e. weed/edibles, casual platonic BDSM with Kennedy LOL

Micah always loved Benny's view of the city, but Alistair's certainly rivaled it. The snow fell in soft, luscious blankets on the window ledge outside Alistair's bedroom windows where Micah could see them just lying on the bed, zoning out on edibles.

    Micah wasn't much of a pothead, nor did he smoke unless at an authentic hookah lounge. They left his eyes itchy, but he didn't need his eyes when he was alone at Alistair's apartment. Just lying there.

    Classes continued the week following, but Micah started to skip a few. James sent him PDFs of his notes, and finals were coming up. He simply preferred reading as opposed to listening to his professors drone on and on and... on...

    He spent most of his time in Alistair's room on the leather chair near the windows. The bed made him nervous after Alistair's reaction and the bad memories associated with the Period Sex Incident. In the living area, he knew Benny had mentioned a Google security system but didn't know where the cameras were. He didn't want to be Alistair's personal gerbil keeping him entertained.

    That Monday night, though, Micah had an event to attend that brought him to Kennedy's flat for an outfit change. Benny was already there.

    "Bella! Where the hell've you been, loca?!" Benny cried, and air-kissed either of Micah's cheeks.

    "Out," Micah said. His head felt like a balloon after riding off his high all day. And, sure enough, Kennedy was tugging at his bottom lids to see his eyes for herself. He let her inspect.

    "Hm... I can tell, but they might not. You can't come to these things high. They're strict about that," Kennedy warned, shaking a finger at him.

    "Whatever," Micah said, slouching back with his arms crossed. "Just give me the clothes and let's get outta here."

    "Why are you high?" Benny asked, confused. "I thought you don't like how it makes your eyes feel."

    "I don't. Clothes," he said, snapping his fingers at Kennedy.

    "Don't you snap your fingers at me, mister. Here."

    Dolled up and ready to party, the three of them proceeded to the venue where Kennedy dropped them off like a mother with her sons at the swimming pool for lessons. She kissed their cheeks, hugged Benny, and left them in the capable (gloved) hands of their BDSM etiquette teacher.

    The lesson was rather simple, in Micah's opinion. Before the tour, they were given ground rule instructions on room limits, playspaces, and introductions to the few staff that were in attendance since it was an off-day. The club was primarily active during the industry weekend standard: Thursday-Sunday.

    Micah suspected Kennedy had informed the instructor that this was all in preparation for them to attend the New Years' party. "Oh, I'm so glad you two were able to score tickets. They sell out fast."

    Benny smiled. "Kennedy's good about that sort of thing."

    "There is one piece of homework I'd like to leave you two with at the end of the session," they said. "We have a few events coming up. I'll give you the list when you leave and have the recommended ones highlighted. Attend one just to observe—no participation. The staff will give you a badge then, and you'll need it to get into the New Years party. Does that sound feasible?"

    Micah nodded as Benny gave an enthusiastic, "Absolutely!"

    The second half of the lesson involved a show-and-tell of tools available at the club. Micah stared at the glowing wall of torture and then at Benny, who looked like he was both in heaven and hell staring starry-eyed as the instructor lightly ran the razored wheel of a wartenberg along his palm and up his wrist. Benny trembled with delight.