Pairings/characters: Dutch van der Linde/Micah Bell/Colm O'Driscoll + mentioned Colm's brother/Micah Bell
Tags/warnings: Modern AU, 80s-90s-00s, trans Micah Bell, young romance becoming old man romance, lots of nasty explicit smut, disturbing themes, angst with a happy ending
Summary: Part of an art & fic trade with Skibiborg on Twitter, utilizing her Rewind AU and ideas to create an unapologetic and unsanitized queer romance story told in three arcs from three perspectives.
Reload: 1980s. Colm and Dutch develop a shared appetite among drinks and drugs that culminate in disaster.
Rebound: 1990s. While living with Colm, Micah gets seduced by Dutch, then dumped by them both.
Rewind: 2000s. After many hardships, Dutch and Micah live together, and reconnect with Colm over brunch.
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"You're the prettiest little thing I ever saw. Nothing like him at all."
Micah flinched, because Dutch's voice had gotten so mad near the end, an old anger or even madness, eyes seeking the… jacket. Colm's old jacket, to be specific. Shit.
"Uh, Dutch…You know it's me, right?" Micah asked.
It was Dutch's turn to flinch, and he shook his head, curls falling into his face as he did so.
"Of course I know it's you, Micah. It's just…" And there it was again, that warm interest, the scary honesty: "You just make me think of myself when I was younger, that's all." Dutch looked to where his fingers were buried in Micah's cunt, smiling down at them. "My first time with another man… Oh, I know you're not a virgin, but there's something pure about you all the same. I can't quite put my finger on it, but I can sense it. An honesty to your appetites, perhaps? Even the sinful ones."
Like infidelity? Like sleeping with a guy who Colm had bad history with? Throwing away everything he had for a bit of risky fun? Most likely it wouldn't last unless Dutch was as sweet as Micah hoped he was.
When he pushed in, he was not sweet. Oh, he was slow, but he was way too big. Micah writhed beneath him, sweating inside Colm's jacket, and his movements made the old man's scent flow up along with that of the cigarettes they'd shared. Like a three for one deal. That should not be hot. It really shouldn't.
"Hanging in there?" Dutch mumbled, shaking from the strain of holding back.
"Mhm," Micah said into the pillow. "I'm, uh, fine."
"Good," Dutch said, pushing against the resistance like he'd already won.
Unable to speak, Micah felt like a stuck pig, panting and sweating. Each shove in was more brutal than the last, wanting to fill him up until there was nothing left inside of him but Dutch.
Pairings/characters: Dutch van der Linde/Micah Bell/Colm O'Driscoll
Tags/warnings: Modern AU, 1990s, trans Micah, complicated relationships, dubcon and noncon, villainous queers, countless kinks
Summary: Part of an art & fic trade with Skibiborg on Twitter, utilizing her Rewind AU and ideas to create an unapologetic and unsanitized queer romance story told in three arcs from three perspectives.
Reload: 1980s. Colm and Dutch develop a shared appetite among drinks and drugs that culminate in disaster.
Rebound: 1990s. While living with Colm, Micah gets seduced by Dutch, then dumped by them both.
Rewind: 2000s. After many hardships, Dutch and Micah live together, and reconnect with Colm over brunch.
A/N: This part begins the second arc / Rebound, from Micah's POV!
Excerpt after cut:
"Dutch van der Linde, at your service," Dutch said, sliding a business card towards him.
"Says Aiden O'Malley here," Micah noted, some confusion in his voice, then bristled when Dutch smirked at him. "Who told you I'm his ... new boy? Or whatever."
"Well, you're wearing his old jacket. And those earrings are rather green, aren't they? And I suppose … Well, you're rather pretty. For all of Colm O'Driscoll's many faults, his taste in men is not one of them."
"Get out of my shop!" Colm called from his office, cutting through the atmosphere between them like a knife.
"Whoops! We've been discovered," Dutch said, winking as if in a conspiracy with Micah, then power-walked out of the gas station before Colm saw fit to get the revolver in his desk.
Dutch's back was broad, and the shoulders sank as soon as he was outside. Even through the window glass was dirty with dirt and grease, he really was handsome, stretching his thick, lovely neck to the side while lighting himself a smoke.
Micah startled slightly when he saw that Colm was frowning at him.
