#juliivn

    he’s righting himself in the bathroom stall, having done his second to last line off the top of the toilet dispenser. though the effect isn’t that instantaneous, he feels like his heart is already beating quicker. he’s definitely already giggly though that may be from the flute of champagne he and julian used for their romantic, silly toast. or it could be from the bit of pre-gaming he did while he got ready with his beautiful, glamorous friends. regardless, he’s feeling good and he whips out his card to arrange the last bit of the fine white powder into a line. kit’s rubbing some of the numbness out of his nose in preparation when he hears the bathroom door swing open. there aren’t that many stalls and he happens to know for a fact some are occupied. tensely, he waits to see if the feet outside his refuge leave his line of sight. when they don’t -- dress shoes waiting just a few steps back from the door -- kit offers a giggle and a less than sober sing-song of “ just a minute! ” it’s probably obvious, the loud inhale and the scramble to hide any trace of his recreational activities. kit doesn’t really mind who knows, though. he’s feeling too good for that. swinging the stall open, he flutters his gaze upwards. “ it’s all yours. ”

    “ it could be worse, ” kit murmurs barely loud enough to be heard over the lapping sounds of the waves against the shore. he sinks down lower against julian’s chest, nudging backwards as though insisting on more touch ( as though it’s physically possible to have more points of contact than they have currently, all cuddled up on the soft sands of the cove ). feeling boneless and airy, if it weren’t for his boyfriend’s sturdy frame, kit thinks he might just float away, carried off by an ocean breeze or on the wings of one of the gulls circling overhead. “ at least it’s summer. it’s kinda warm. ” nothing compared to LA but he has julian. he’ll stay warm enough. “ s’pretty. ” he points a finger to the sun’s reflection on the rippling waters, a smile pressing up his lips before he’s tipping his head back for a kiss.   

    kit’s sprawled out on their floor-bound mattress at a diagonal -- though he hardly takes up much space despite his efforts. though it’s more than a little chilly, he’s only wearing one of julian’s pullovers; he’s trying to be tempting, okay? bare, slender legs bend at the knee and cross at the ankle where he’s swinging them in the air and he’s got a tattered little notebook propped open on one of their pillows. the chewed pen cap of cheap bic is pressed against the plush of his lower lip as he gazes down at the list before him. “ how soon do you think a flower shop could accommodate a bouquet order? ” he muses out loud with a flippant glance over his shoulder. “ because with the wedding being tomorrow i still want something to hold, y’know? it should be purple to match my ring but if that’s too picky, i’ll take whatever. ” a little pink tongue swipes over his lips thoughtfully. no, the wedding isn’t actually tomorrow but kit’s been persistent in his request for sooner ( ‘ now? ’ ) rather than later ( ‘ tomorrow then? ‘ ). his eagerness has actually prompted the list in the first place -- if he’s ready every day, surely one of them will be his wedding day?

    “ my big strong man, ” kit quips, the words lost somewhere in the expanse of julian’s chest as he cuddles into an embrace. “ i knew we wouldn’t need any help, even taking the stairs! ” kit only pulls back enough to visually take in the splendors of their efforts -- a dingy queen sized mattress dropped unceremoniously to the floor at the center of what should be the bedroom. “ can you believe someone was going to get rid of this? it’s practically brand new. ” it’s probably a testament to some of the dreadful mattresses kit’s slept upon in his short lifetime as opposed to actual praise of their acquisition but kit still means it earnestly. it may be secondhand and none too easy on the eyes but it’s theirs -- the first official piece of furniture in their first official baltimore apartment. “ do you want to break it in? ” kit goes on breathlessly, his hands brushing julian’s sides before latching onto his shirt, gazing up at him in adoration with wide dark eyes. 

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    the chains on his secondhand suit jingle magically, like his own personal soundtrack as he strolls at julian’s side, their arms intertwined. he leans his head against his taller boyfriend’s bicep, making a pleased little hum of a sound. “ you’re so dapper, ” he purrs, nuzzling in closer ( though careful not to disturb the three dollar e.l.f. highlight he’s dusted across prominent cheekbones ). “ i’ve changed my mind -- we can stay in corrine bay if every night is neptune night and you get all hot and dressed up for me. ” kit dances his fingertips down julian’s arms until he meets his hand, intertwining it with his own. he’s showing off, a little. it’s only to be expected when he’s on the arm of the most attractive man in the room.