He stole Phillip’s side of the bed today.

kurtelliothummel:

I, um, should… yeah…

Don’t make me fly out there.

kurtelliothummel:

C’est bien beau, Sebastian. Vraiment.

… Si vous êtes sûr, ensuite. Je ne vais pas vous forcer. Appelez-moi si vous avez besoin de quoi que ce soit.

kurtelliothummel:

Je ne veux pas que les gens vont sortir de leur façon de m’aider.

Il n’est pas hors de mon chemin. Et j’aime voyager.

omgkittywilde:

….What the fuck is happening, now?

I wouldn’t even get into it if I were you, Kitty.

kurtelliothummel:

Il ne se souvient pas de ce qu’il a fait. Je serai bien. Je vais y arriver. Nous sommes à Londres jusqu’au 21 mais ne vous inquiétez pas au sujet de monter dans un avion. Je serai bien.

Vous n’avez pas à faire semblant d’être d’accord. Si vous n’êtes pas à l’aise, vous avez besoin pour vous aider. Vous pouvez laisser d’autres personnes aident.

kurtelliothummel:

Il … lui-même forcé sur moi … c’était juste un baiser, mais … c’était juste comme ce que Chase a fait.

Je suis tellement désolé. Vous êtes tous deux bien maintenant? Je veux dire, combien de temps allez-vous être à Londres? Je peux toujours prendre un avion si vous avez besoin de quelqu’un. Je parle même un certain sens dans Blaine.

Thank you, that’s so good to hear, anon! I’m really glad too.

phillipbrightman:

The actor fake-gasped, “You dont— … You dont … Oh now we all know that’s not the truth~”  Phillip grinned before kissing his husband, “Joking.  You might even be a better dancer than me … Might, that is.”  Holding Sebastian close to him, Phillip couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.  It was everything he wanted.  This was what love was supposed to be like, not the abuse he’d gone through with Peter.  Somewhere, some one must have been looking out for Phillip to make his and Sebastian’s paths cross.  Unable to rid his face of the smile placed on it, he chuckled a bit.  ”Hmm … Well, its a good thing that we know all those stories have fairy tale endings, my hot bad boy …”  He teased a bit.  ”Good … Because I’m afraid if I dance with her again, she’s going to cry all over my suit and … Well … Tears are just so hard to get out of suits …”  

Laughing as they fought over shoving the cake in each others face, he eagerly kissed his husband when he’d been pulled in.  When he got the chance, he slid his thumb over his husband’s cheek, taking a good chunk of the cake off and shoving it in his mouth.  ”Mmm~  Sebastian-flavored.  My favorite~”  He whispered in Sebastian’s ear.  ”Hopefully I get to taste a lot more of Sebastian later~”  Allowing Dave to shoo them away so he could ‘properly’ cut the cake, he drug Sebastian over to their seats, holding his hand tightly.  Once they sat back down, he sighed contently.  ”We’re going to have to rush off soon … But at least … We’ll be in Paris before we know it, right~?”

Sebastian stuck his tongue out, licking a stripe of icing off his husband’s jaw. He smirked when Phillip pulled him in close, his lips brushing against his ear. Sebastian laughed again as he followed Phillip over to their table, sliding in close next to him. “You got cake in my hair,” he complained with a pout, reaching up and picking bits of icing from his carefully moussed fringe. At the mention of Paris Sebastian hummed in delight and gently pushed his icing cover past Phillip’s lips for the man to suck off. “Yes, and I am so excited to be back home, even if it is just for a little while.” Sebastian scrunched his nose and gave Phillip a quick peck.

The rest of the small party passed by seamlessly. Sebastian tried not to be upset over the absence of his little sister, but all of his friends made up for it. Cooper gave a brilliant yet tipsy speech about the two of them, and Sebastian got second dances with everyone, including Phillip’s mom who he sort of just rocked back in forth in the middle of the dance floor. The next thing he knew, he was still plucking rice from his hair as he waited to board the plane with Phillip, their hands clasped tightly together. Sebastian could feel the bundle of nerves tightening in his stomach, staring down at his wedding ring. He felt like it was a beacon that he couldn’t escape. Like everyone was staring at his left ring finger, despite the fact he continued to tell himself it wasn’t anything to be afraid of.