head over heels

EPILOGUE

[A/N -  OH MAN]

ONE MONTH LATER 

Evan kissed Kei slowly.

"Please?" He uttered.

"No strenuous activity—" Kei groaned.

"Oh but i'm going fucking crazy—" Evan whined.

"Me too? You think I want to not have sex with my incredibly hot, beautiful, wonderful boyfriend?"

"So—"

"We can't," Kei mumbled, sounding forlorn.

"My hip was broken weeks before we knew," Evan poked him pointedly, "In which, if you don't remember, we had sex multiple times, and here I am, alive."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't," Evan sighed, "It seriously does not hurt anymore, it has been a MONTH," he begged, "The doctor said a week Kei. A WEEK. Plus— I would tell you if it hurt."

Kei gave him a long, scanning look, before conceding, "Okay fine, but we are being so, so careful."

"Oh thank god—" Evan blurted out.

Kei kissed him, cutting him off.

Evan grabbed at the hem of Kei's shirt and pulled it up and over his head. Then, as if to prove he was fine, Evan dragged himself up and onto Kei's lap, straddling him determinedly, which jostled his hip considerably, and Evan felt totally normal. Not even a twinge.

"See, no pain—"

Kei crumbled. "Okay, you win, or shit, I guess we both do—"

Evan kissed him hard, and Kei's hands slid under his shirt and up over his chest, hiking up the material of his shirt.

Then, the door opened and Evan almost jumped out of his skin, letting out an embarrassing yelp.

Ethan stood, frozen in the doorway.

He had a look of utter horror on his face. "Oh man—" he managed.

"KNOCK—" Evan wailed, "FUCKING KNOCK YOU IDIOT WE'VE BEEN OVER THIS? I THOUGHT YOU'D LEARNED????"

Ethan looked like he'd seen a ghost, "I forgot, oh man I forgot—"

Kei burst out into hysterical laughter.

"OUT—" Evan cried.

"I'm going, shit, fuck— i'm out—" he slammed the door behind him, and yelled his apologies all the way down the hall.

Evan slumped forward, his head landing on Kei's bare chest.

"I seriously can't catch a break can I?"

Kei snickered. "Nope."

Evan kissed him again, "Hopefully—" he murmured, resuming where they left off. "That really got the point across."

After this long, nothing was going to get between them.

Kei raked his hands over Evans' back, "Surely—" he murmured between kisses.

"Hm," Evan murmured, forgetting what he was about to say as Kei utterly distracted him by parking his hands under the waistband of Evans sweatpants.

He shifted desperately closer.

Kei sucked at his neck, and Evan let out a little gasp.

Oh man. How had they managed a month? Seriously. If it wasn't for Kei being infuriatingly responsible over the whole thing, he'd genuinely have caved after a day.