#thalcssophile

          he isn’t used to waking up on the couch, definitely not used to waking up next to cody ( his husband duties tend to get inbetween ), but this saturday seems to be different. “give me my arm back,” he frowns, trying to pull said arm out of cody’s grip, before giving up and pulling him a little closer instead. they don’t get to wake up like this often, but bambi’s husband is out of town and they’d be stupid not to make the most out of it. 

the boy called out for him and as soon as he heard, he ran upstairs to his guest room to see if he was okay. worried that something bad had happened to him or the baby. once he saw leighton was smiling though, he calmed down and sat next to him on the bed. “what is it?” he asked with a small chuckle, seeing as the other was smiling like a fool and feeling around his own tummy. 

              sebastian isn't sure why he's so stuck on this girl. maybe it was the genuine kindness she'd shown after he'd practically WRECKED his bike like an idiot, (seb really needs to stop checking out girls while riding) but honestly? it was probably because her DAD had just arrested him. the thought of messing with the man who'd not only booked him for some minor vandalism, but ALSO gave him a ticket for his bike really interested seb. the coincidence is all too juicy as he sat handcuffed to a desk, staring at the cute little brunette. he had maybe ten minutes before his release was processed and he'd be back on his bike, but for now seb wants to play. he can barely remember her name, but he'll try anyway '  hey, uh, carly?  ' he nods a little, '  c'mere.  '

Jackson didn’t understand the others obsession with him. And he always kept pressing. “Beck, hands off,” Jackson grumbled trying to swat the others hands away.

yes what

           it wasn’t the first time chris has had problems with other people at the bar, but it certainly was the first one in quite a while that had caused more than a black eye. he had to admit that he did feel rough as he stumbled out of the cab and dragged himself upstair to his and oz’ flat. he had a twisted ankle and a few cuts on his arms and face from a glass someone had thrown at him and of course he was blessed with his signature black eye as well. “hey daling,” he murmured ever so softly when he stepped inside the flat, looking for his roommate. “please don’t be scared, i look a bit gross.” 

         The last thing he should probably be doing, is hiding inside one of the many bathrooms from his own party. Well, his husband’s party, their party to be exact---- but all Bambi can do is stare at the ring on his finger and wonder how he’s already made it through one year. Another year of his life wasted on another man, while he’s just waiting for him to bite the dust. Instead of happiness, his new husband has brought him nothing but an affection for cocaine. He takes another sip of the champagne bottle he’s clutching in his hands, leaning back in the bathtub he’s sitting in. It’s not even one of their bathrooms, instead his lover had rented a manson to celebrate their one year anniversary with around four hundred people Bambi didn’t even know. “Occupied,” he groans as he hears someone twist the doorknob to the room, before he attempts to pull the shower curtain around to cover himself. “Wrong room.”

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