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When he notices Arthur sit beside Charles down by the lake, Micah sheaths his knife and wanders towards them. Arthur and Charles have been good friends for a few months, but… Now Micah and Charles are in a relationship, he can’t help getting irritated seeing them alone together. But he isn’t jealous of Morgan; Micah would never be pathetic enough to get jealous.
So Micah strolls over, wanting to remind Arthur that Charles is taken. Micah whistles to give his position away, grinning when they stop talking about some huge fish Arthur wants to catch, instead turning towards him.
“Hey Charles…” Micah says, dragging out his partner’s name. And, scowling at Arthur, he mutters, “Hey, Cowpoke.”
Micah used to get embarrassed about being affectionate in public (because he’s never been in a romantic relationship before), but now he loves it. Mostly because touching and kissing Charles in camp makes people uncomfortable; he regularly gets told to ‘get a room’ for sitting on Charles’ lap or hugging him from behind, but Micah just flips them the finger and flirts with his lover twice as hard to spite them.
“What’re you two up to?”
“Havin’ a conversation, Micah,” Arthur says, his expression adding an unspoken, so leave us alone already.
Micah grins. “Well, don’t stop ‘cause I’m here. Nothin’ wrong with havin’ a nice, friendly chat with someone else around.”
Arthur stares at him. “What’s your game exactly, Bell?”
“I ain’t got a game, Cowpoke, not at all,” Micah says, and he steps close enough to put a hand on Charles’ shoulder. “Just wonderin’ what you two could possibly be up to. Over here. Together. All alooooone.”
Charles sighs, raising his eyebrows. “Micah… are you being jealous again?”
“What? No! I’ve never been jealous of Morgan. I just wanted to come say hello to my sweetheart. And there ain’t anythin’ wrong with being in looooove, Charlie,” he says, blushing as he uses the nickname.
“Oh, he’s totally jealous,” Arthur says, smirking.
“Fuck off, Morgan! I ain’t jealous of—”
As Micah yelps, Charles grabs his wrist, tugging Micah towards him. Catching Micah before he falls, Charles lets Micah sit across his lap, kissing him. When Charles breaks the kiss, smiling at him, Micah just stares, stunned.
“You are jealous, Micah,” Charles says. “But you don’t need to be. Arthur and I don’t like each other than way. Right, Arthur?”
“Y-Yeah, that’s right,” Arthur says, averting his gaze.
“So can you please let us talk? I promise I’ll give you my full attention later,” his lover whispers, his tone husky like when they fuck.
Micah’s chest flutters, part of him not wanting to lose an argument, but the rest of him swayed by what Charles’ words could mean (but that totally isn’t his submissive side coming out). So, imagining what Charles will do to him later, Micah stands up.
“Sure thing, Charlie. See you later,” he says, waving at Charles.
And, seeing Arthur’s bright red face, the excited Micah laughs as he walks away.