Lachlan MacAldonich

Scotsman with a hand in a guitar and the other in a glass of scotch. I left my rock band long ago and also left my life in California. Now I'm in the UK again trying to defeat my fears. Tracking "lachlanmacaldonich" NSFW would happen and will be...

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❛❛ I’m not letting you barricade yourself in your room again for Christmas. ❜❜

Lachlan sighed. “I’m tired. And we don’t even have a fucking Christmas tree up, what’s the point on having a Christmas dinner? It’s just… dinner.”

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Joseph wasn’t sure how he felt about everything Lachlan had just told him. Something about the man’s therapist bothered him. It was strange how he was texting them and calling them by their first name. “Maybe it’s what’s needed.” MacAvoy answered the singer. 

“Being together right now isn’t helping us.” It wasn’t helping Joseph when Lachlan couldn’t handle the distance between them. “If it’s what you think will work. Then do whatever your doctor tells you.” 

A piece of him was hoping MacAvoy wouldn’t like the idea of being apart and that part hurt when he heard what the other man said. “Right... I’ll speak with her then...” She would help him get through everything, he was sure of it.

“I’ll be gone by the end of the holidays... The sooner the better, huh?” Lachlan said, forcing a smile before taking a seat on one of the chairs and starting to eat. “Night night, Joseph.” 

[ask-lachlan-macaldonich]

❛❛ I’m not letting you barricade yourself in your room again for Christmas. ❜❜

Lachlan sighed. “I’m tired. And we don’t even have a fucking Christmas tree up, what’s the point on having a Christmas dinner? It’s just… dinner.”

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“Ye seem like you’d rather be left alone.” MacAvoy responds before taking a swig of the water bottle. He wished he was still drinking harder things than. 

“I know ye can’t, but I’ve needed space!” Joseph shot back at the other man. “It’s easy for ye to fall back into stuff…I feel betrayed still, Lachlan!” As much as he wanted to have the other man hold him, and love him. It was hard not let him back in. 

Lachlan sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. He had denied to his shrink but she had been right all along. “Look... I’ve been rejecting this thing Han-... Mrs Telford told me to do... I told her I could fix... this.” He said pointing to both of them. Of course he had been angry with the woman that at the end was not wrong at all. 

“But I haven’t been able... So... She told me it would be good for both of us to take a break... To live apart... Ye know, I told her I can’t live alone by myself because I’m gonna end up in a bar or worse... So she told me about this rehab centre where she works that accept people living there... There are rooms available at present.” The singer ended his phrase taking a bit of the pie, too hungry to wait any longer. “What... What do ye think?” 

[ask-lachlan-macaldonich]

❛❛ I’m not letting you barricade yourself in your room again for Christmas. ❜❜

Lachlan sighed. “I’m tired. And we don’t even have a fucking Christmas tree up, what’s the point on having a Christmas dinner? It’s just… dinner.”

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It didn’t take long for the priest to dry himself and dress. He came out to the kitchen and noticed Lachlan setting the table. As he went for the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. “I’m not eating.” Joseph confesses as he stood by the fridge with the bottle in hand. “I think I’m just going to retire for the night.”

Lachlan was about to put a piece of the pie on the second plate when he heard the other man. “Are ye fucking kidding me?” He looked up, his features a mix of confusion and disappointment. “Ye dragged me out the bed so we can have a fucking Christmas dinner together and now ye’re leaving me alone?!” His eyes looked down, to the smelly food, and he sighed. “I’m trying as hard as I can, Joseph... But... I can’t do it without ye.” 

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❛❛ I’m not letting you barricade yourself in your room again for Christmas. ❜❜

Lachlan sighed. “I’m tired. And we don’t even have a fucking Christmas tree up, what’s the point on having a Christmas dinner? It’s just… dinner.”

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His eyes were fixed in the telly even when he heard Joseph back to the living. “Mhm-hmm.” He nodded, taking another drag and not bothering on looking at the man when he left. He was not ignoring him or anything. It was just he didn’t see the point on focusing his mood on his lover when it was obvious he didn’t want anything from him. He had the telly now, and his cigs. Enough at that moment.

MacAvoy frowned when Lachlan wouldn’t even look at him directly. “Enjoy yer show.” He says leaving for the bedroom to gather some night clothes. Not really feeling like Christmas dinner was worth doing. “Maybe I should have just went to mass.” Joseph said to himself. 

The film went to ads and he sighed, his second cigarette finished and just then he noticed the oven bleeping. He walked slowly to the kitchen. Putting the blanket over one of the chairs and taking the oven mits. The pie was nice looking and it smelled perfect. “He’s done a good job.” He muttered to himself, putting the pie over a table protector. Almost salivating with the smell.

Joseph moaned feeling the hot water hitting his back. He stood in the shower and just let the water wash over him. The priest felt drained for some reason. He hoped Lachlan wouldn’t let the food get burned. It wasn’t likely he’d be joining the other man was dinner. 

Lachlan, unable to wait in the kitchen any longer without devouring the whole thing, left while Joseph was in the shower. Back to the sofa and back to his blanket and his cigs. He just hoped the priest didn’t take too longer.

The priest stayed in the shower for longer than he expected to. It felt nice having so much warm around him. Though that was all it was. As he just stood there and having washed himself a bit. “Lachlan?” Joseph called after getting himself out of the shower. He was drying himself as he spoke. “Ye can go ahead and eat.”

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He got bored of the telly and his cig were not enough far too soon. His head on the smelly food waiting and on how long was the other man taking. But then his voice came and he jumped off the couch just to frown at his word. "I'll wait for ye." Although he went to the kitchen to have the table ready and the food on the plates.

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[text] Merry Christmas, Lach.

[text] Merry xmas 2 u 2

[minaharkerdailymirror]

Text: u make up with priesty yet?

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[text] kinda.

[minaharkerdailymirror]

Text: better than “no” i guess

[ask-lachlan-macaldonich]

[text] aye. There is progress. Little. U’ll be happy tho. I’m seeing a shrink.

[minaharkerdailymirror]

Text; i am happy lach. Thats great news

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[text] yeah. She is very nice.

[minaharkerdailymirror]

Text: its not bad to get help, Lach

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[text] aye. Joseph managed to convince me to it.

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❛❛ I’m not letting you barricade yourself in your room again for Christmas. ❜❜

Lachlan sighed. “I’m tired. And we don’t even have a fucking Christmas tree up, what’s the point on having a Christmas dinner? It’s just… dinner.”

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His eyes were fixed in the telly even when he heard Joseph back to the living. “Mhm-hmm.” He nodded, taking another drag and not bothering on looking at the man when he left. He was not ignoring him or anything. It was just he didn’t see the point on focusing his mood on his lover when it was obvious he didn’t want anything from him. He had the telly now, and his cigs. Enough at that moment.

MacAvoy frowned when Lachlan wouldn’t even look at him directly. “Enjoy yer show.” He says leaving for the bedroom to gather some night clothes. Not really feeling like Christmas dinner was worth doing. “Maybe I should have just went to mass.” Joseph said to himself. 

The film went to ads and he sighed, his second cigarette finished and just then he noticed the oven bleeping. He walked slowly to the kitchen. Putting the blanket over one of the chairs and taking the oven mits. The pie was nice looking and it smelled perfect. “He’s done a good job.” He muttered to himself, putting the pie over a table protector. Almost salivating with the smell.

Joseph moaned feeling the hot water hitting his back. He stood in the shower and just let the water wash over him. The priest felt drained for some reason. He hoped Lachlan wouldn’t let the food get burned. It wasn’t likely he’d be joining the other man was dinner. 

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Lachlan, unable to wait in the kitchen any longer without devouring the whole thing, left while Joseph was in the shower. Back to the sofa and back to his blanket and his cigs. He just hoped the priest didn't take too longer.

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[text] Merry Christmas, Lach.

[text] Merry xmas 2 u 2

[minaharkerdailymirror]

Text: u make up with priesty yet?

[ask-lachlan-macaldonich]

[text] kinda.

[minaharkerdailymirror]

Text: better than “no” i guess

[ask-lachlan-macaldonich]

[text] aye. There is progress. Little. U’ll be happy tho. I’m seeing a shrink.

[minaharkerdailymirror]

Text; i am happy lach. Thats great news

[ask-lachlan-macaldonich]

[text] yeah. She is very nice.

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[text] Merry Christmas, Lach.

[text] Merry xmas 2 u 2

[minaharkerdailymirror]

Text: u make up with priesty yet?

[ask-lachlan-macaldonich]

[text] kinda.

[minaharkerdailymirror]

Text: better than “no” i guess

[ask-lachlan-macaldonich]

[text] aye. There is progress. Little. U'll be happy tho. I'm seeing a shrink.

[ask-lachlan-macaldonich]

❛❛ I’m not letting you barricade yourself in your room again for Christmas. ❜❜

Lachlan sighed. “I’m tired. And we don’t even have a fucking Christmas tree up, what’s the point on having a Christmas dinner? It’s just… dinner.”

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His eyes were fixed in the telly even when he heard Joseph back to the living. “Mhm-hmm.” He nodded, taking another drag and not bothering on looking at the man when he left. He was not ignoring him or anything. It was just he didn’t see the point on focusing his mood on his lover when it was obvious he didn’t want anything from him. He had the telly now, and his cigs. Enough at that moment.

MacAvoy frowned when Lachlan wouldn’t even look at him directly. “Enjoy yer show.” He says leaving for the bedroom to gather some night clothes. Not really feeling like Christmas dinner was worth doing. “Maybe I should have just went to mass.” Joseph said to himself. 

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The film went to ads and he sighed, his second cigarette finished and just then he noticed the oven bleeping. He walked slowly to the kitchen. Putting the blanket over one of the chairs and taking the oven mits. The pie was nice looking and it smelled perfect. "He's done a good job." He muttered to himself, putting the pie over a table protector. Almost salivating with the smell.

[ask-lachlan-macaldonich]

[text] Merry Christmas, Lach.

[text] Merry xmas 2 u 2

[minaharkerdailymirror]

Text: u make up with priesty yet?

[ask-lachlan-macaldonich]

[text] kinda.

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❛❛ I’m not letting you barricade yourself in your room again for Christmas. ❜❜

Lachlan sighed. “I’m tired. And we don’t even have a fucking Christmas tree up, what’s the point on having a Christmas dinner? It’s just… dinner.”

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“Oh…” Joseph wasn’t sure how he felt about that. He gave Lachlan a nod and left back into the kitchen. For some reason he felt like he should give the singer privacy. Like he was just getting in the way of their conversation. “Shite.” He murmured sitting down at the kitchen table. Rubbing at his eyes as he thought about having a cig like Lachlan was having. 

Not understanding his reaction, Lachlan shrugged, not wanting to give it to much thought and carrying on with his little chat. After a few minutes he send Hannah his farewell and turn the telly on, finishing his fag and snuggling on his blanket. “I hope he ain’t cooking more things, Joseph… I can’t eat it all in a night, he know?” He wasn’t watching more of the telly, just rubbish Christmas films on it.

Joseph was just sitting listening to the music Lachlan had left on. “Nah, just the pie.” He answered him. The Shepherd’s pie in the oven was all he was making. Dessert was just some stuff he bought from the shops. Like Ice cream and a random cake. Nothing he cared about wasting if he came to it. “I’m not going to force ye to eat anything.”

He nodded absently his eyes fixed on the second film of Home Alone while he started rolling another cig while he waited for dinner to be ready. He had never smoked much, not like Joseph, but since he had stopped with the drink and the drugs, he smoked to get himself a bit calmer. “I know, I know, babe.” He hummed.

MacAvoy sighed and looked to the oven. It wouldn’t be much longer but Joseph wasn’t actually hungry. “Hey, Lach?” He speaks getting up to turn off the music. Then leave back for the living room. “The timer is set on the oven.” The priest explains. “Can ye take the pie out when it’s ready?” He asks. 

“I wanna go take a shower.” 

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His eyes were fixed in the telly even when he heard Joseph back to the living. "Mhm-hmm." He nodded, taking another drag and not bothering on looking at the man when he left. He was not ignoring him or anything. It was just he didn't see the point on focusing his mood on his lover when it was obvious he didn't want anything from him. He had the telly now, and his cigs. Enough at that moment.

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[text] Merry Christmas, Lach.

[text] Merry xmas 2 u 2 <3

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❛❛ I’m not letting you barricade yourself in your room again for Christmas. ❜❜

Lachlan sighed. “I’m tired. And we don’t even have a fucking Christmas tree up, what’s the point on having a Christmas dinner? It’s just… dinner.”

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“Oh…” Joseph wasn’t sure how he felt about that. He gave Lachlan a nod and left back into the kitchen. For some reason he felt like he should give the singer privacy. Like he was just getting in the way of their conversation. “Shite.” He murmured sitting down at the kitchen table. Rubbing at his eyes as he thought about having a cig like Lachlan was having. 

Not understanding his reaction, Lachlan shrugged, not wanting to give it to much thought and carrying on with his little chat. After a few minutes he send Hannah his farewell and turn the telly on, finishing his fag and snuggling on his blanket. “I hope he ain’t cooking more things, Joseph… I can’t eat it all in a night, he know?” He wasn’t watching more of the telly, just rubbish Christmas films on it.

Joseph was just sitting listening to the music Lachlan had left on. “Nah, just the pie.” He answered him. The Shepherd’s pie in the oven was all he was making. Dessert was just some stuff he bought from the shops. Like Ice cream and a random cake. Nothing he cared about wasting if he came to it. “I’m not going to force ye to eat anything.”

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He nodded absently his eyes fixed on the second film of Home Alone while he started rolling another cig while he waited for dinner to be ready. He had never smoked much, not like Joseph, but since he had stopped with the drink and the drugs, he smoked to get himself a bit calmer. "I know, I know, babe." He hummed.

[ask-lachlan-macaldonich]

❛❛ I’m not letting you barricade yourself in your room again for Christmas. ❜❜

Lachlan sighed. “I’m tired. And we don’t even have a fucking Christmas tree up, what’s the point on having a Christmas dinner? It’s just… dinner.”

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Lachlan was already with a rolled fag on his lips when he heard the other man. “I’m nae gonna promise anything…” he was hungry but these days his stomach was usually full with few mouthfuls. “It’s Christmas anyway… we’re supposed to have leftovers till New Year’s Eve.” He head his phone then… A text from his new shrink that brought a smile to his lips.

MacAvoy nodded hearing the other man as he came into the room. Stopping to stand in the doorway. “I guess ye are right.” He agreed with him. It wasn’t like what he made would be bad in a day. “Everything alright?” Joseph asked seeing Lachlan smoking and on his mobile. 

The older man didn’t even look up to his lover, texting enthusiastically with his shrink. “Yeah… Just talking to Hannah.” He said giving a long drag to his cig. And he went back to the texting, his smile still there.

The priest gave the other man a confused look. He hadn’t rightly heard the name mentioned before. “Who’s Hannah?” Joseph asks. Feeling a bit uneasy about prying into the singer’s personal business. 

This time he looked up, not understanding the question until he realised what he had told the other man. “Oh sorry… Mrs. Telford… Ye know her… My shrink.” But they were calling each other by their given names now.

“Oh…” Joseph wasn’t sure how he felt about that. He gave Lachlan a nod and left back into the kitchen. For some reason he felt like he should give the singer privacy. Like he was just getting in the way of their conversation. “Shite.” He murmured sitting down at the kitchen table. Rubbing at his eyes as he thought about having a cig like Lachlan was having. 

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Not understanding his reaction, Lachlan shrugged, not wanting to give it to much thought and carrying on with his little chat. After a few minutes he send Hannah his farewell and turn the telly on, finishing his fag and snuggling on his blanket. "I hope he ain't cooking more things, Joseph... I can't eat it all in a night, he know?" He wasn't watching more of the telly, just rubbish Christmas films on it.

[ask-lachlan-macaldonich]

❛❛ I’m not letting you barricade yourself in your room again for Christmas. ❜❜

Lachlan sighed. “I’m tired. And we don’t even have a fucking Christmas tree up, what’s the point on having a Christmas dinner? It’s just… dinner.”

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Lachlan was already with a rolled fag on his lips when he heard the other man. “I’m nae gonna promise anything…” he was hungry but these days his stomach was usually full with few mouthfuls. “It’s Christmas anyway… we’re supposed to have leftovers till New Year’s Eve.” He head his phone then… A text from his new shrink that brought a smile to his lips.

MacAvoy nodded hearing the other man as he came into the room. Stopping to stand in the doorway. “I guess ye are right.” He agreed with him. It wasn’t like what he made would be bad in a day. “Everything alright?” Joseph asked seeing Lachlan smoking and on his mobile. 

The older man didn’t even look up to his lover, texting enthusiastically with his shrink. “Yeah… Just talking to Hannah.” He said giving a long drag to his cig. And he went back to the texting, his smile still there.

The priest gave the other man a confused look. He hadn’t rightly heard the name mentioned before. “Who’s Hannah?” Joseph asks. Feeling a bit uneasy about prying into the singer’s personal business. 

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This time he looked up, not understanding the question until he realised what he had told the other man. "Oh sorry... Mrs. Telford... Ye know her... My shrink." But they were calling each other by their given names now.

[ask-lachlan-macaldonich]

❛❛ I’m not letting you barricade yourself in your room again for Christmas. ❜❜

Lachlan sighed. “I’m tired. And we don’t even have a fucking Christmas tree up, what’s the point on having a Christmas dinner? It’s just… dinner.”

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Noticing how the priest reacted to his caresses, Lachlan moved away, his mood fucked just because of that. “Yeah… Sorry.” He went back to the cans, open them in silence before he had to put back his slippery blanket. “Here ya got…” With all the cans opened, Lachlan went back to sitting on the chairs but changed his mind before taking a seat. “I’ll be in the sofa…” He needed a bit of nicotine at least.

Joseph frowned hearing Lachlan leave him alone in the kitchen. Sighing he went back to the preparation. Getting everything together without the other man there. Putting the Shepherd’s pie in the oven to bake for their supper. “Ye better get ready for that. I think I may have made too much.” He says seeing how much he put in the dish. 

Lachlan was already with a rolled fag on his lips when he heard the other man. “I’m nae gonna promise anything…” he was hungry but these days his stomach was usually full with few mouthfuls. “It’s Christmas anyway… we’re supposed to have leftovers till New Year’s Eve.” He head his phone then… A text from his new shrink that brought a smile to his lips.

MacAvoy nodded hearing the other man as he came into the room. Stopping to stand in the doorway. “I guess ye are right.” He agreed with him. It wasn’t like what he made would be bad in a day. “Everything alright?” Joseph asked seeing Lachlan smoking and on his mobile. 

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The older man didn't even look up to his lover, texting enthusiastically with his shrink. "Yeah... Just talking to Hannah." He said giving a long drag to his cig. And he went back to the texting, his smile still there.

[ask-lachlan-macaldonich]

❛❛ I’m not letting you barricade yourself in your room again for Christmas. ❜❜

Lachlan sighed. “I’m tired. And we don’t even have a fucking Christmas tree up, what’s the point on having a Christmas dinner? It’s just… dinner.”

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Noticing how the priest reacted to his caresses, Lachlan moved away, his mood fucked just because of that. “Yeah… Sorry.” He went back to the cans, open them in silence before he had to put back his slippery blanket. “Here ya got…” With all the cans opened, Lachlan went back to sitting on the chairs but changed his mind before taking a seat. “I’ll be in the sofa…” He needed a bit of nicotine at least.

Joseph frowned hearing Lachlan leave him alone in the kitchen. Sighing he went back to the preparation. Getting everything together without the other man there. Putting the Shepherd’s pie in the oven to bake for their supper. “Ye better get ready for that. I think I may have made too much.” He says seeing how much he put in the dish. 

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Lachlan was already with a rolled fag on his lips when he heard the other man. "I'm nae gonna promise anything..." he was hungry but these days his stomach was usually full with few mouthfuls. "It's Christmas anyway... we're supposed to have leftovers till New Year's Eve." He head his phone then... A text from his new shrink that brought a smile to his lips.