Nonsense

it’s the fourth awards ceremony of the week and there’s no chance of me staying focused on the speaker’s kind words.

my clothes have been ripped off and finn is fucking the shit out of me really loudly backstage but no one can hear dare see this beautiful act of sin in progress.

the primal nature of the moment wasn’t something i could have planned for or imagined. the limited amount of time we’d had together before then seemed criminal and each time we’d separate after just a few kisses felt like torture. in fact, not being around him felt like torture. i’d been gobsmacked by his presence and it couldn’t be explained away by lust alone.

clapping in the background brings me back in focus as i wonder in an offhand way if our performance was worthy of applause. were there cameras? of course there were cameras.

the whole show was being filmed.