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"Did you get me a present?"
Sherlock knew it was a lie; but as far as he was concerned, the fact that he was making the effort to lie made it none of Sherlock’s business to point it out.
—“Good. Did you perhaps want to go get some lunch or something? Sebastian’s on a business trip, so I have plenty of time to talk if you’re still interested in spending time with me.”
He understood Ian’s frustration, really he did. If the tables had been reversed, well, the designer knew himself to be childish and petty. Especially in situations such as these. It had taken him years and dozens of bad choices to get where he was.
He took a moment for silence to break the tension he felt. He breathed in to breathe easier and then relaxed his rigid shoulders. He could lie to others-- but like himself, he couldn't lie to Sherlock.
He expected now that Sherlock would preach to him about finding someone, and that all this trouble would be worth it in the end, and if you truly were looking to settle down-- the right person would come along. He felt sick.
"It couldn't hurt." His voice was still coming up from muttering. In all honesty this little get together could hurt. He was an extremely envious and jealous person... it would be like sitting across from a slice of cake-- and not being able to have any.
"What on earth---"
"If I asked you to stay, would you?"
"No, you’re not… You’re really not.”
"You are far too kind, my dear. And, you aren't so bad yourself."
"No! I’m - I’m fine. I’m great. I’m fine.”
"Would you still let me buy you a coffee, Miss..?"
. o p e n .
'Shouldn't you tell me, as that is your area of expertise, is it not?’
"You seem to be the type who enjoys games."
Kevin smiled as the man crawled onto the bed. He couldn’t help himself but reach out and run his finger’s through the other’s hair. “It was a pretty good sleep…You sure tired me out.” He chuckled.
"Mmm, I did intend for that to be one of the goals for the end of the night." He pulled himself close to Kevin, laying on his side with his head pressing gently into his hand. He absolutely loved it when his hair was played with, sometimes he'd even purr like a kitten.
"I don’t think the way you kiss should affect me that much.”
"Don't give me too much credit-- You kissed me first."
—“Contrary to what you might think, jealousy does not become you.”
Sherlock’s words were cutting, not hesitating to bluntly push through the insensitive words of the other man. Just because they had been close in the past did not mean he was going to soften himself.
—“If you’re quite finished with the judgmental portion of this reunion, I’d be interested in hearing how you’re doing.”
The formerly condescending tone had melted from the heat pooling from his chest at Sherlock's words. He hated him-- no... He hated that he, unlike so many people, could see right through him.
"I am not jealous." If he couldn't admit it to himself, what made Sherlock think he'd admit it aloud? After a brief moment of silence, collecting the pieces of him that broke into protective shards into a cool exterior, he spoke again.
"Fine. I'm fine. Just as always." Ian was never fine.
"Okay," He smiled over his shoulder at him, pulling on some underwear and nodding. "Sure thing. Grab anything, they’re in there-" He gestured to his wardrobe as he said it.
With a nod, Ian moved away to find something to wear. As long as Teddy wanted him around. he wasn't planning on leaving-- at least not without one of his shirts. The man pulled on a t-shirt he could only imagine looked so much better on Teddy himself. It was a bit too baggy for Ian, but that's the way he liked it in the morning. After pulling on some briefs he followed out to join the other, letting his eyes wander over the place.
christmas movies sentence memes
❛ Only one thing in the world could’ve dragged me away from the soft glow of electric sex gleaming in the window. ❜
❛ Are you kidding? Stick my tongue to that stupid pole? That’s dumb! ❜
❛ I’ll bet you’ll never guess what I got you for Christmas. ❜
❛ I can feel the Christmas noose beginning to tighten. ❜
❛ You’ll shoot your eye out, kid. ❜
❛ Sounds like somebody needs to sing a Christmas Carol. ❜
❛ I think you’re really beautiful and I feel really warm when I’m around you and my tongue swells up… —- so do you wanna eat food? ❜
❛ Did you have to borrow a reindeer to get down here? ❜
❛ SON of a NUTcracker! ❜
❛ It’s just nice to meet another human that shares my affinity for elf culture. ❜
❛ I thought maybe we could make ginger bread houses, and eat cookie dough, and go ice skating, and maybe even hold hands. ❜
❛ Who sent this Christmas Gram? ❜
❛ Well, it’s cold outside. A man’s gotta do something to keep warm. ❜
❛ Nobody’s walking out on this fun, old-fashioned family Christmas. ❜
❛ I heard on the news that an airline pilot spotted Santa’s sleigh on its way in from New York City. ❜
❛ I don’t know what to say, except it’s Christmas and we’re all in misery. ❜
❛ Can I refill your eggnog for you? Get you something to eat? Drive you out to the middle of nowhere and leave you for dead? ❜
❛ Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, kiss my ass. Kiss his ass. Kiss your ass. Happy Hanukkah. ❜
❛ I don’t want to spend the Holidays dead! ❜
❛ Keep the change, ya filthy animal. ❜
❛ Bless this highly nutritious microwavable macaroni and cheese dinner and the people who sold it on sale. Amen. ❜
❛ We shared a bowl of sugar, did some shots of brown liqour, played with my shot guns, field-dressed a cat, looked for women… ❜
❛ Just remember, the true spirit of Christmas lies in your heart. ❜
❛ Blast this Christmas music. It’s joyful and triumphant. ❜
❛ Put that cookie down. NOW! ❜
❛ I’m gonna deck your halls, bub! ❜
❛ I realized that Christmas is… is the time to be with the people you love. ❜
When Ian said that Teddy smiled, swinging his legs off the side of the bed and padding over to him, pecking him on the cheek. “I’ll sort us some breakfast, don’t worry. Fry up okay with you?”
He couldn't help but smile at the kiss, watching Teddy as he moved around. "Anything is fine with me." His smile only widened, usually people were quick to pushing him out the door, or vice versa. "Can I wear one of your shirts?"
"Good morning, hope you don't mind me borrowing your shirt.."
Kevin’s eyes slowly blinked open. “Mhhh? What? Oh yeah….’s fine.” He mumbled before his eyes recongized the man standing over him. “O-Oh…wow, it looks good on you.”
Kevin nodded as he looked up at the man. “Yeah…though it might almost be your lack of pants that brings the outfit together.” He smiled and sat up.
He looked down at the mention of not having pants. "Oh yes... I'm quite the fashion queen." He teased, rocking onto his toes momentarily until he moved closer to the edge of the bed, crawling onto it closest to Kevin. "Did you sleep well, darling?"
"Good morning, hope you don't mind me borrowing your shirt.."
Kevin’s eyes slowly blinked open. “Mhhh? What? Oh yeah….’s fine.” He mumbled before his eyes recongized the man standing over him. “O-Oh…wow, it looks good on you.”
"You think so?" Ian asked, nearing the bed once again after he had pulled the shirt on. He was always far too energetic in the morning, he should have let Kevin continue sleeping.
"Ah- No, in all honesty." Teddy said, sitting up a bit more and shaking his head, "Friday’s my day off, so I’m not doing anything."
He turned towards him a bit, reading his expression before he trapped his bottom lip between pearly whites. "Well--" He breathed, almost out of relief. "Should I make us breakfast?" He wouldn't know what to make since this wasn't his place but he was trying not to look so awkward standing there mostly nude with his trousers in his arms.