#jamiestarter

"Say something 2024 you is going to regret." Atlas liked being on this side of the camera for a change, he smiled at Jamie while he put together a little makeshift video of his friends for the New Year. "A memory that you want to take to the grave, commemorate it to video." Atlas was not above peer pressure and he certainly wasn't above calling the aged twink a chicken if he backed out now.

While Wolfgang’s flat was still getting settled, the Mars vampire was posting up in the palace. This wasn’t the first time he’d been to Rome, Gavyn had sent him here a few decades back but it was the first time he’d been here for any significant length of time.  The palace was stuffy and did not suit the illustrator’s aesthetic in the least, he’d seen the rise of different art forms but truthfully nothing had spoken to him until a few glossy pages had started saying kachow on them. That was when Wolfgang had gotten into drawing. He sat now in the den by the front door, reading the latest of the riddler: year one. 

“Mornin' sunshine, ye wur oot late. Whit wur ye daein'?” Wolfgang had perfected his Scottish accent years ago, it was impossible to be around Gavyn and not absorb it to some degree but more than anything he just liked to annoy the other. Everyone had their way of coping, Wolfgang wasn’t going to break down and start crying, he’d crack a joke, laugh inappropriately, and then find a string of necks to crack open until he didn’t have to feel... What he was feeling anymore. “I still can’t believe they made someone like you a marshal, whose dick did you have to suck to get on the senate?” Couldn’t have been that uptight priest.

To be clear, Mahendra wasn’t into heroics. He’d watched the brave rush ahead countless times, watched them get impaled, gored, watched as their heads got lobbed off or they were led in a death march. Being a hero wasn’t for him, but he enjoyed wine, and he enjoyed good company too. As it happened, the druid and the vampire had found themselves trapped in one of Pluto’s wine cellars, the door was barricaded but above them the sounds of violence reverberated through the stone. “What a nightmare.” Mahendra sighed, his thoughts not far from Anders, the lycan could take care of himself - he was only worried that his lover might hurt someone. He passed the bottle back to Jamie as the pair sat next to one another, there was a good chance that they could die tonight. Mahendra might come back but Jamie... Jamie was already on his last life, so to speak. “He’ll be alright you know,” Mahendra offered, “he’s strong - not as strong as me but don’t tell him I said that.” 

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“Babe... ugghhh.... babe... mmmmm sss.... stop we can’t... I have to get up....”

Jamie woke up to a familiar wet tingling against his hole. Honestly, it amazed him: it had been five years since their marriage and Jamie’s husband, Max, was still hot for him. And were this five years ago, Jamie would’ve jumped at the chance for some adult shenanigans..... but life changed for the odd couple.

Things had returned to normal, better than normal in a way. Anders’ memory was sharper than Mahendra had ever known it to be - which made lying about minor details now impossible. An unspoken problem hung between them though, the vampire they’d both shared a bed with at different points. Mahendra could say with ease that he and Jamie were friends, that their history was ancient and meaningless after all this time. But that wasn’t true and he could see it in Anders’ eyes that wasn’t the case for him either. “I love you.” Mahendra breathed as they lingered on the outskirts of the graveyard, still on the grounds but somewhere between the palace itself and the dancers who’d been enthralled by the Embassy’s music. 

Mahendra leaned over the lycan and called out through the dark as he caught sight of a familiar figure in red. “Jamie!” Mahendra yelled out, “Jamie!” The chimera called again, maybe a few too many cocktails deep to hold back. 

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It had been a year since Jamie had that fateful encounter with his professor, Max Evans. A year since Jamie fell in love. A year since Jamie became truly happy. Despite the tumultuous year they both had, namely on Jamie’s part given his vast age difference and his insecurities, Jamie survived. And now, here they were, vacationing on some remote island which was a reward for Jamie given how well he did during his finals. 

Sitting next to his beau, Jamie reached out and grabbed the baseball cap Max wore. Chuckling, he playfully leaned in and gave Max a soft peck on the lips before putting the baseball cap on his own head.

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Jamie laid on the bed upset. It seemed it had been forever since he saw Max. Max was always working and the two barely spent any time together. Tonight didn’t seem any different as Jamie went to bed alone. Sighing deeply, he looked at the empty space beside him. 

Dammit Max, where are you? I miss you daddy.