Theory of Attachment [18+] [mxm]

30. ❌ Negotiations With The Godfather And His Boytoy

TW: Double penetration, age gap...? Micah is 22, Presley/Lee are late 30s. Checkered border indicates the start of the threesome shenanigans, skip to the end for a summary of that section.

Micah took Noah and Olly out to an early breakfast as they were both enroute to the airport. Suitcases under the table and jackets on the backs of their chairs, Micah got a proper look at Olly.

The vibrant makeup from the previous night was gone and replaced with a porcelain complexion and ragged white bedhead. Whatever endorphin high they'd gotten from the previous night was gone and replaced with what appeared to be a hangover.

Micah blamed the alleged bottle of wine. And potentially Noah, who appeared wide-eyed and peppy as always.

"It was nice of you to take us out to breakfast," Noah said as they were wrapping up. Olly had barely spoken.

"No problem," Micah said. He glanced at Olly, who was on their phone. "Sorry about the other day. I didn't mean to worry you."

"Yeah, I've been wanting to ask but didn't know how..."

"I'm not really interested in talking about it," Micah confessed. This had Olly's attention, but only to observe. Micah cleared his throat. "Anyway. You two should get going."

Micah explained the route, the stops, and bid them farewell at the subway entrance. Noah hugged him farewell and pranced down the steps.

Olly lingered.

Micah held his breath, already feeling defensive. Why do I feel defensive? It's not like Alistair and I are committed or anything, Micah thought, but this reassurance gave nothing but anxiety to him.

Olly's eyes narrowed. Gone was the pretty smile reserved only for Alistair. "I don't know what you think you know about Alistair," they said, "but he isn't interested in relationships. Don't expect anything sentimental or substantial out of him."

Micah blinked. The bitterness there left Micah remembering his initial conversation with Alistair about existing partners.

"We aren't dating," Alistair had said, and Micah had asked if they'd known that.

Messy, Micah thought. "I know. My patterns are similar to Alistair's."

Olly raised a speculative, judgmental brow and said with deep contempt, "Really?"

"Believe it or not, I think I sleep around more than he does," Micah confessed.

Olly sighed, shrugged, and said, "That's probably true. Alright then, figured I'd warn you. He tends to eat people alive."

"In a good or bad way."

Olly scoffed, waved a hand, and bid him farewell.

Micah returned to Presley's house soon thereafter to recover from the previous day's events. He did so via falling unconscious the second his head hit the pillow.

Another grueling weekend of work was upon him made only worse by the residual New Years' tourist crowd and his inability to attend the gym due to the Resolutions Plague. Holed up at Presley's place, Micah wasted hours upon days burying his conscious and subconscious into Zelda games.

Due to moral obligation, Micah sent his utility payment to Erika via Venmo and texted her as much, which earned him a thumbs down emoji.

Still angry with me, he thought, wincing at the memory of Noah's retaliation attack. I don't blame her...

Alistair was not, in fact, taking Olly to London with him. Though he had no real timeline available, Micah suspected Alistair was already gone. He didn't bother asking.