he’s over it, really. has been since he first found out his boyfriend was famous. he doesn’t particularly care for eating alone, just the two of them in a restaurant because the other bought it out. he doesn’t care for sneaking around and banging it out in closets and alleyways, and on the tour bus. well he actually doesn’t mind the tour bus. but that’s not the point. the point is that he’s tired of sneaking around, but he knows why they have to do it, and that’s the only thing that keeps him from groaning when he’s dragged onto the bus for what feels like and might actually be the millionth time.
“you know... i prefer hotel rooms,” he pouts, giving his boyfriend a peck on the lips. @seeingrediism