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Taylor smiled at his phone, already sipping on a light cocktail in his living room.

[txt]: “Anytime Hugo! One doesn’t wish to be sad while doing something they love, now do they? 😊”

He chuckled a bit to himself, looking over at his large binder of Official Wedding Planner Contacts™

[txt]: “And of course! What would Merlot be without her fine array of cheesy lovers? I can call in a little favor from a friend to get the freshest of cheeses.”

Hugo was already at his second cup of coffee by the time his phone pinged again. Reaching for it, the teacher briefly pinched the bridge of his nose to fend of an oncoming migraine. When he read the text however, he couldn't help but smile. Taylor sure knew, how to gain Hugo's interest. Looking back at the stack of paper infront of him, he sighed however. After a moment of thought, he quickly typed out a reply, before going back to work.

Decided to do a quick little drawing of Taylor balancing a $140 bottle of wine on his finger because he can.

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“I’m honestly surprised how so much ego can fit into such a tiny man. Also, I would appreciate it, if you and Hugo would soundproof your bedroom, already.”

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Taylor groaned and pulled his phone off the end table staring blearily at the bright light. He sighed, tapping away slowly.

[✉→ Hike]: hike listen to me. if Joseph really wants you to design a tattoo, then set up a meeting with him and just go with it.

[✉→ Hike]: he’ll tell you his design and you just take artistic liberties. isn’t that what artists do?

[✉→ Hike]: also you woke me up. and i’m too exhausted to deal with your tomfoolery right now.

[✉→ Hike]: design the tattoo. make a friend. bang the pastor. there you go.

[✉→ Hike]: and you owe me some coffee.

[✉→ Hike]:  -Taylor

Hike's eyes flew over the text-messages, hoping for some lifesaving advice. Instead he ended up squawking indignantly, when Taylor suggested he should bang Joseph, his face immediately heating up at the thought. With shaking fingers, he typed rapid-fire replies to his best friend.

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Taylor let out a soft sigh, closing his eyes “Hugo…” he whispered. “I just want to…” he trailed off a bit “I’m almost done. I’ll come to bed I promise.” He tried to protest against the others demands for bed, but Taylor wanted to finish this up. It was important, but so was his lovers attention.

Taylor’s writing hand slowed as the other nibbled across his skin. And once he bit the space between his neck and shoulder, he found his mind filling with slightly distracted thoughts instead of the work he had been doing. Damn you , stupid, sexy, Hugo.

Seeing Taylor's work falter, Hugo could not help but smirk some more. As he continued to assault Taylor's neck in ways, that would surely require him to wear a scarf tomorrow, he let his hands slide along Taylor's sides and over his thighs.

Letting his fingers slip between, he gently coerced Taylor's legs apart, moving up his lap. Pressing a palm into Taylor's crotch, he repeated his plea one more time.

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"I cannot understand, why they are getting married", Hike muttered, as he helped Taylor to rearrange the flower decorations, the florist had apparently messed up. (The bride's opinion, not Hike’s, mind you!) When Taylor gave him a look, he shrugged unimpressed, but pressed on, his voice soft enough to only be heard by his friend, who somehow had managed to rope him into helping out once again.

"No really! I mean, apart from the fact that they haven't exchanged any more words, than absolutely necessary, since we arrived, she keeps making goo-goo-eyes at the priest and if he stares at your butt like that, one more time, I fear, I will have to punch him on Hugo's behalf."