Jamie checked with Kelvin where Mike was, so headed to the library. Scott had told him to talk to Mike, and Jamie was not looking forward to the encounter. Mike had a nasty habit of chewing him out for no reason other than he was screwing his husband. What was so bad about that? Mike had a list a mile long of guys in the group he had played footsie with over the year. And Jamie knew that Scott had his own group to choose from as well.
Yeah, the dynamics were complicated. You needed a flow chart.
There was one in the locker room.
Jamie threw open the door to the library. Mike was no where to be found initially. He could have shouted for him in the echoing library, but it usually broke the calm serenity of the place if he did that. He went downstairs to the first floor, and found Mike standing by the fireplace, gazing at the flames.
“Hey, Mike?”
Mike turned his head to Jaime. “Hey.”
Jamie paused. A “hey” was better than the usual growl of “What the fuck do you want?”.
“I wanted to ask you something.”
“Shoot.”
Ohhhhkay, there’s something wrong. He’s not biting my head off.
“I was curious about one of the new guys.”
Mike nodded.
“The guy who’s Damon’s new roomie. The dark magician?”
“Yes?”
“Yeah, well.” Why is Mike being so calm? “I heard he had something to do with Scott’s doppleganger.”
“Tag took him under his wing and awoke the latent magic in him. But he never taught him control.”
“So is he your apprentice?”
“Yes. Why? You want him?”
“I, uh…no. I mean, not like an apprentice…”
“You want to fuck him?”
Jamie was too proud to blush. Instead he put his hands behind his back and inclined his head. “The thought occurred to me.”
“You can, but don’t take advantage of him. He’s still a little naive. Hence why he’s green.”
“I heard about that. Decided to go the whole ‘Wicked’ route.”
“No flying monkeys, though.”
“Good to know.”
Mike smiled. It was unsettling.
“Is that it?” Mike asked.
“Um, yeah. Are you okay?”
“Yeah, why?”
“You’re not yelling at me.”
“Why do I need to yell at you? You haven’t hurt Scott or anyone else I care about.”
So that was Mike’s new red line. It was okay to fuck his husband. Just don’t hurt him. Like he would.
“Okay. Um, okay. I’ll talk to–what’s the guy’s name?”
“Hector. Hec for short.”
“I’ll ask him out.”
“Remember what I said.” He gazed at Jamie. “Don’t get on my bad side.”
“Again.”
Mike nodded once, returned his attention to the fire. Jamie knew a dismissal when he saw it.
