head over heels

40 ~ when theres a lock on the door

[A/N - mild ish smut warning right at the beginning here, after the first ... it's clear :) anyways this arc is me realising i desperately need to flesh out the rest of the teams characters, because guys, i love them]

Finally, after hours, when midnight had long gone, and the air had cooled, the team had scattered, retreating off to their respective beds.

Almost immediately, sensing their moment, Evan and Kei had locked eyes knowingly, and darted upstairs, trying hard to avoid suspicion amidst the team.

They stumbled into the room, stifling their laughter.

Kei made a point of locking the door behind them, and Evan grinned, then dragged him into a kiss, to which Kei happily reciprocated.

Quickly, they ended up in bed.

Evan pulled Kei's hoodie off him, and in seconds, his shirt was on the floor too, with Evan following quickly.

Kei's hands were frigid, and he let out an embarrassing squeak as the other boy's hands brushed his waist.

"Cold—" he gasped.

Kei snorted, "Sorry, carried the ice box inside," he laughed.

He didn't seem at all sorry as he pressed his cold palms to Evans stomach, and he gasped.

"Ah— the fuck—"

Kei snickered, "Have to warm them up somehow." Then a devilish glint flickered in his eyes, and his hands trailed downward. "Or, I could put them somewhere else if you wanted?"

Evan yelped, grabbing Kei's hand before he could go through with it, "For the love of god please warm them up first."

Kei laughed, pulling his hands away to rub them together.

Evan took that opportunity to advance things for himself.

"C'mere," he said, nudging Kei back, so that he was flat on the mattress.

He raised an eyebrow, eyes simmering with heat as Evan shifted so that he was straddling Kei, their hips pressed flush together.

Evan leant down and caught Kei's lips in a kiss.

Then, Kei slotted his cold hands just under the waistband of Evans shorts by the back of his hips.

"Hand warmers," he laughed as Evan peppered him with kisses.

"Idiot," Evan teased.

"Mhm, ah—" Kei's breath hitched as Evan canted his hips forward slightly, so that they pressed into Kei's. "Shit—" he gasped.

Evan kissed Kei's jaw happily, then moved back to his mouth.

Kei leaned up into him, deepening the kiss.

Then, in one movement, Kei flipped them over, and Evan lay breathless on his back.

Kei pulled on his trousers in question, and in reply, Evan just lifted his hips, and Kei grinned, tugging down his trousers, leaving just his underwear.

Kei, ever teasing, kissed a line down his stomach, moving what felt like slower than an elderly turtle, and Evan desperately wanted him to speed up, to go faster and just touch him.

He was hard, arousal simmering over his skin.

"C'mon—" Evan whined as Kei sucked a mark into his hip, hands trailing over his thighs, touching everywhere but the place he desperately wanted.

Kei kissed his thigh as if to prove a point, hand drifting teasingly over his crotch.

Evans' breath hitched, "Kei—" he gasped, "Please."