It was rather brilliant, the two of them. Evan was being utterly sweet and naughty at the same time. And Barty had no clue what being a them meant, had never really thought about relationships or what they meant to him or what he wanted out of them. He wanted Evan. Barty knew that much. And well, people generally stopped sleeping around when they got in relationships. Actually, he didn't know of any couple who hadn't. Well, Barty was oddly okay with that. And he wanted Evan as long as he said he did, so if that's what it meant -
Oh, Barty gasped when Evan said he loved him. Barty loved Evan, knew it as sure as anything else, but he had only said it on accident, hadn't ever said it on purpose. And he didn't know what Evan thought about the time he had said it.
His heart stopped. Or damn near it did. Evan - always? Always! His heart fluttered. What did that mean? No, not what Evan said, but himself. He didn't know any of this, anything about this kind of thing. What did it mean? Barty had done the craziest thing in his life, which had shown he loved Evan, before he even knew he did. And this, it was.
Wait? Talk about it? Barty had expected Evan to tell him what it meant, and Barty had been ready to go along with it - give up other cocks and arses for as long as they were together, forever if that was the case. He was still ready, actually. If Evan wanted it. "What do you want?" Barty asked, trying to get Evan to go first. Evan seemed to know actually, which was more than Barty could say.