Theory of Attachment [18+] [mxm]

26. Sexting For Breakfast At Tiffany's (Presley's)

Micah yawned at the breakfast booth. He was on his second cup of pitch-black and over-steeped tea. He'd spectated three rounds with the faceless stranger with the sexy, fuck-me voice and had felt the vibrations of two full rounds with Lee and Presley. It was, most definitely, the most sexually-saturated Christmas-Hanukkah of Micah's life, and he hadn't even stuck his dick in anything other than his fist.

His brain was still tingling, stimulated. He couldn't wait to get back to the city. For the first time in his life, he wanted to dissect what the fuck just happened. He wanted to know where Alistair met that guy and if he'd be down for a threesome.

Just as he heard footsteps descending the stairs, he received a text. Micah had been monitoring his phone all morning waiting for one of them to wake up. Judging by the text, it was assumed to be Alistair.

"Sorry for the lack of warning. Hope you had fun."

Presley was shuffling down the hallway toward him, stretching his arms over his head.

Micah's mind and body sang with the reminder. Have fun -Alistair. He typed back, "Tons of fun."

"Good morning," Presley sang.

"You don't have coffee," Micah said.

"Ah, yeah, I try to only drink tea when I'm here," Presley confessed, assessing Micah's mug. Micah turned his phone over and leant onto his elbows. "Which, I see you've already found. Is there still some in the pot?"

"Yeah."

Micah watched him walk. There was nothing particularly off about Presley's cadence, but with the weight behind every thrust against the wall, Micah couldn't help but wonder... who, in the relationship, was topping?

Maybe he's just used to it? Micah thought, but then again, he wasn't a bottom. Alistair rarely showed signs of soreness after their romps.

Micah shook his head. He was coming to life again under the tablecloth. He readjusted his crotch as the stairs creaked. Lee was coming down.

His phone buzzed. It was the fastest Micah had ever checked a notification. "Would you be interested in doing that again sometime?"

"Yes. I'm just not good with sending photos back of myself."

"I'm sure they'd look great."

"Hey, how'd you sleep?" Lee asked, and Micah felt a bit of weight there. Testing the waters.

"Like a fucking rock," Micah said. Lee paused to assess the comment, specifically the 'fucking' part. Micah held his gaze as he took a sip of his tea.

"I, for one, am ready to be a hermit for the next month," Presley sighed, hand to his hip. He leant into the counter as Lee recovered from his analysis. Micah watched as Lee kissed Presley's stubbled cheek. "You'll be here at the end of January, right?"

"In the city? Yeah," Micah said.

"He means at the house," Lee corrected. "He's planning for Lunar New Year."

Micah blinked. It was beyond his expectations to be permitted to stay that long. "Oh."

"I mean, you're welcome to stay," Presley said. "You can expect a similar turn out."

"I'll be in classes again by then," Micah admitted. "But if you'll still have me..."

"Absolutely! The nursery is yours!"

"Guest bedroom," Lee corrected.

"I mean, it's technically the nursery."

"Yeah, but it's weird to put a full grown man in a nursery. And it's not like there's a crib in there."