“Oh? Were you?” He teased, pulling his husband closer and ducking his head to press a kiss to his lips, “I couldn’t tell. You hold your alcohol really well.” He added, his face serious but only for a split second before he grinned again and gave Blaine’s hip a squeeze. “And what, pray tell, were you drinking to last night without me?” He pouted, still playful in tone and intent, “I go out of town for one night and party all night without me, huh? Is that how it is, Mr. Anderson-Clarington?”
“I was. Very much.” Blaine hummed as Hunter pulled him close enough that he could wrap his arms around his husband’s shoulders. Hunter ducked his head and in anticipation for the kiss that he saw written all over Hunter’s face coming at him? His heels lifted and he met him halfway. Expression serious or not? They both knew him holding his liquor in any shape well as a lie. The sound of almost laughter quipped into a hard swallow thanks to the squeeze. A deep breath through his nose later, he mused right back. “After performance dinner. I guess we were drinking to a good show? If you weren’t forced to leave because of work,” he scoffed and rolled his eyes playfully, “You would’ve been there.” Squinting, he inched close and pressed a chaste, quick kiss to Hunter’s mouth. A tease and nothing more. “All your fault you missed it.”
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