#bekket

Sebastian loved his nephews, he really did. They were good boys, and so much fun to play with. In small amounts. And when he expected to see them. Not dropped off unexpectedly when he hadn’t had a day off in a while. He was so getting his sister back for this. Eventually. He’d think of some revenge later. 

For now, he was currently trying to play with his nephews while cleaning up all the messes they kept making before Bekket got home. He knew how Bekket hated messes, and he didn’t want his husband to trip on all the toys they’d brought over and thrown everywhere. It wasn’t very easy when they both insisted on clinging onto his legs while he cleaned. “Andy! Jack! You’re crushing me! I can’t go on like this!” He shouted as dramatically as possible, and yet they only giggled at him and clung on even tighter.

Eric never did these kinds of things. He never went out in the middle of the night to meet a guy he didn’t know very well and plan to get lost together after drinking several shots of tequila. The last time he’d done something so stupid was when he was back in college.

At least Eric didn’t have to worry about drinking and driving, because he’d taken a taxi to the new bar they’d discussed. After arriving, he waited outside for Bekket to turn up. He didn’t want to go inside without him, and he wanted to make sure his friend found the place okay. So he had his phone in hand, checking it every once in a while for messages while at the same time looking around for Bekket.

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Trixie wished that she had time to change after work, considering that her work clothes were uncomfortable and the heels were too high and were a hair too tight.  However, the appointment that she had was a freelance job, and considering that extra money was never a bad thing, she knew that it was better to look professional and like she deserved to have a high end client. Instead of looking like a goodwill had thrown up all over her like she preferred to look.  

Stepping to the elevator, Trixie looked at her phone, as she waited for the doors to close, not realizing that someone else was in there until they had started moving.  “Oh, hello,” she said as she looked up, realizing that she recognized the man, “Fancy seeing you here.” 

Audrey was walking out of the dance floor, all sweaty and with hurting feet.  She was so glad she had come, maybe it had to do with the fact that she had already drank her fair share of alcohol but whatever. It was still a great party. Standing in front of the table looking more drink she felt someone collide with her and cold liquid ran down her arm. “Woah dude, watch out!” She yelled to be heard over the music as she turned to the person. 

Sebastian was not a romantic. At least, that’s what he’d tell you if you asked him outright. He secretly loved little gifts of chocolates and flowers and poetry, and declarations of ‘I love you’. However, he’d never had much practice doing those things for other people. Especially people who were allergic to most things and couldn’t see.

So, in spite of everything, he decided to wake up extra early on Valentine’s Day and make Bekket breakfast in bed. Which consisted of eggs made in the way Bekket liked them best, a fruit salad made with several different kinds of fruit all cut into hearts and stars and flowers, and a smoothie he knew Bekket enjoyed. Which came with a mini umbrella, of course. Every good smoothie had a tiny umbrella. He’d also purchased a special chocolate bar that said it was free of anything Bekket was allergic to. He couldn’t wait for Bekket to try it.

After he was done cooking, he carefully tip toed back into Bekket’s room, set down the food on the night stand, and crawled back into bed. He scooted himself right back next to Bekket, and wrapped his arms around him. “Time to wake up, Bekket. St. Valentine left you a present.” He whispered, and gave Bekket a kiss on the cheek. “And if you don’t eat it, then I will.”

The night before Christmas Sebastian hadn’t been able to contain his joy. He kept hinting to Bekket that he couldn’t wait for the next day, hardly able to contain the secret surprise he was planning. He wasn’t sure whether or not a real Christmas tree would affect Bekket at all, so he’d only gotten a little one just in case they had to throw it out quickly. Also, it was less clean up, and they hadn’t needed to buy or make as many Christmas decorations. Next year, he promised that they’d get a real Christmas tree, if that’s something that Bekket wanted too.

He’d said goodnight to Bekket, then decided that he wanted to sleep with him, so he snuck into Bekket’s bed a few minutes later, hoping that Bekket wasn’t a light sleeper. He could hardly sleep though, both because he was excited and because he was worried about not getting up before Bekket. He ended up doing it though, and made a short stop to his friend’s house to pick up the puppy he’d gotten for Bekket, and then hid him in the bathroom, hoping that he wouldn’t make so much noise.

After that, he snuck back into Bekket’s bedroom and into his bed, wrapped his arms around him and planted a kiss on his neck. “Bekket, wake up. It’s Christmas.”

After his call with Bekket had ended, Seb sat around for a few minutes, thankful that he’d poured himself a glass of water before he’d started drinking. After that, he pushed himself up and forced himself to scrub the counters. He wasn’t even sure how good of a job he’d done, but he did his best. Then he stumbled over to the shower, and with all his clothes on, he turned the cold water on, trying to both sober up and clean himself off. He didn’t exactly do the first one, but he was a little cleaner. He really needed a shave too, but he didn’t trust his hand enough for that. Instead he wandered back out into the living room and slumped onto the couch. Without even realizing it, he took a very brief nap, until he thought he heard someone at the door. He popped his head up and shouted “What! Who’s there?”