Tuesday night, October 1, circa 9 pm
Mike opened the door to Scott’s apartment and with a yawn, stepped inside. He needed something to do, or he was going to start going stir crazy and do villainous things that he had promised himself he wouldn’t do.
“Scott?” he called. He must be on the deck, meditating as he liked to do. Mike went upstairs, not even bothering to fly up, still yawning. He thought about going to the library to grab a book, and he heard a man’s deep voice.
“That’s it,” the man was saying, with the undertone of a growl.
“You like that, don’t you?” That was Scott, breathless.
“I like coming in from behind,” said the voice, and Mike froze. He could go back downstairs and wait, like he should.
Instead, he whispered an invisibility spell, and a silent spell, and crept to the deck.
A big man, with brown hair, was sitting in the hot tub. Scott was on his lap, facing outward, away from him. Mike crept out to the deck. Scott was riding the man, enjoying every moment from the soft sounds he was making.
The man stopped suddenly. “I smell someone.”
Scott said, “Huh?” and turned his head. “I don’t see anyone. Besides, I have wards. Nobody can get in without my knowing it.”
The man kissed Scott’s bare back, “All right then – ” and with a grunt, he started again.
Mike got all hot and bothered, watching the two. Just before he died, he had realized that Scott had many people around him who loved him, and who wanted to have sex with him. It wasn’t until Danny that he realized what a turn-on that was, to watch his husband lose himself to another man for that moment. Mike enjoyed watching and maybe someday he would participate. Though watching this big, handsome man plow through his husband made him want the man to plow through him like that.
Mike knew he’d lose control over the spell if he lost himself to the moment, so he just watched, and waited, hands off. When Scott cried out in ecstasy and the man soon followed his his own growl, Mike let the spell drop.
Scott looked up first and smiled. “Mike.”
“Having fun?”
The man behind him jerked his head up sharply and looked beyond Scott’s shoulder. “Oh,” he said, and for a priceless moment was like a deer in headlights. Then he said, “Mind if I fuck your husband?”
Mike said, “On one condition.”
“Depends.”
“Oh,” said Mike, now realizing who this was, “you’re the lawyer.”
“Blake Thompson, Esquire. I’d give you my card, but they’re in my pants. Over there.”
Mike looked to where he was pointing, the chair on the other side of the hot tub. Mike grinned. “Yes, you can fuck my husband, but here’s my condition, at least for tonight.”
Scott watched the exchange, a slow frown crossing his face. Mike’s grin softened to a gentle smile. “You do me too.”
Blake said, his voice tinged with amazement, “You catch?”
“We call it being versatile,” Mike said. “For you, I’d bottom anytime.”
Blake laughed, “You don’t even know me.”
Mike started taking off his clothes. “I think it’s time we get to know each other.”