Here he was, sitting in a bar (nursing a glass of akevitt), with his boyfriend, on their 6th year anniversary. Mathias wasn’t even paying attention to him! No, he was flirting—flirting!—with some chick, when he, Lukas, was right fucking there.
To say that he was incandescent would be an understatement.
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Mathias was having a good time.
He’s seated in his favourite bar, with his boyfriend of 5—no, 6—years on their anniversary. He was pretty damn buzzed, too. He’s also talking to some chick (he can’t remember her name properly), but that’s not important. He hoped Lukas was having as good as a time as he is, because it took a lot of convincing from Mathias to take Lukas to the bar for their anniversary.
Last year, they had a fancy dinner and hot sex in a fancy hotel in Oslo. Lukas planned it all out and made sure that everything went according to plan (it did, because Lukas was a manager and had some sort of magic power that makes sure everything goes according to his plan).
Mathias, on the other hand, did not have a plan.
He figured that he’d just take Lukas to the bar, walk back home, and make up for his lack of plan with some rough, hot sex. What he forgot to calculate was the fact that Lukas hated loud, crowded places, and while he did like drinking, he preferred to do so at home.
Fuck.
Ah well. Too late to have a change of plans now.
Mathias wasn’t paying any attention to the chick in front of him, but she’d said something, and he nodded.
The last thing he remembered before being dragged out by a fuming Lukas was the chick kissing him.
Death by Silence (1/?)
Lukas was not having a good time.
Here he was, sitting in a bar (nursing a glass of akevitt), with his boyfriend, on their 6th year anniversary. Mathias wasn’t even paying attention to him! No, he was flirting—flirting!—with some chick, when he, Lukas, was right fucking there.
To say that he was incandescent would be an understatement.
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Mathias was having a good time.
He’s seated in his favourite bar, with his boyfriend of 5—no, 6—years on their anniversary. He was pretty damn buzzed, too. He’s also talking to some chick (he can’t remember her name properly), but that’s not important. He hoped Lukas was having as good as a time as he is, because it took a lot of convincing from Mathias to take Lukas to the bar for their anniversary.
Last year, they had a fancy dinner and hot sex in a fancy hotel in Oslo. Lukas planned it all out and made sure that everything went according to plan (it did, because Lukas was a manager and had some sort of magic power that makes sure everything goes according to his plan).
Mathias, on the other hand, did not have a plan.
He figured that he’d just take Lukas to the bar, walk back home, and make up for his lack of plan with some rough, hot sex. What he forgot to calculate was the fact that Lukas hated loud, crowded places, and while he did like drinking, he preferred to do so at home.
Fuck.
Ah well. Too late to have a change of plans now.
Mathias wasn’t paying any attention to the chick in front of him, but she’d said something, and he nodded.
The last thing he remembered before being dragged out by a fuming Lukas was the chick kissing him.