A Maldivian Summer || Sebtrick (January 2024)
Sebastian had his laptop out in front of him, working on some emails, and shopping for a baby shower gift for his brother's wife. Another heir to the throne, he thought. Pushing Sebastian further down the ranks of next in line (not that he wanted to take over the throne). They were having a boy, much to his father's delight. Sebastian wasn't really sure why they had a registry with things they needed when they could just buy them all themselves, but he supposed people liked giving gifts so it was better to have the list. Just as he was scrolling through he heard Patrick's voice and his lips tilted up in a smile. Without looking up at Patrick, he said, "oh, I'm sure we can find somewhere to get you frisked if you're that desperate." He looked up at him with chuckle, "just say the word." He shut his laptop and slid it into his bag then nodded at the seat across from him. They had time before their flight, which is why Sebastian had a rather nice glass of wine (French, obviously) he was sipping. "I don't think I've ever needed a holiday more," he said, honestly.
Patrick chuckled. "Querido, I'm never that desperate when it comes to you, although the idea of having strange men feeling me up all over is hot, and very familiar." He threw his bag on the other side of the seat and put himself down on it, just as Sebastian shut his laptop down. Too bad, he thought. He wanted to tease him about watching cat videos. "God, I feel the exact same way. Thinking that we're going to a place where we have nothing else to do but sleep, eat and have mindless fun is making me wondering why I haven't done this sooner." He looked at Sebastian. "Maybe I was just waiting for the right travelling buddy." He smacked the other's arm playfully, and soon there was someone from the VIP staff there with a glass of wine for him too. "Gracias, guapo" he told the man, then took a good sip of his wine and moaned softly. "My grandfather hasn't laid off my back since that night- Since the benefit gala. I actually think he's investigating the ways in which he can kick me out of the family. My parents are managing things, in their way, obviously... But in the end, he has the last word." He looked at him again. "So you see... The furthest I am from this continent, the better."
He chuckled and took another sip of wine, now looking out the window where the planes were. "So... You think I'm "lower rank", and that I only travelled economy?" Another chuckle. "I have to admit, I'm surprised we're not flying on your private little Prince jet. You would think you don't want to get the smell of the lower rank that hangs inside the plane all over you. You might get allergies."















