Thinking of the tatty scones that were currently in his kitchen cupboard, Andrew laughed. Well, maybe Evan would stick around long enough for breakfast. Andrew didn't have a plan here except to keep doing things that felt good until something stopped them. "Don't think I could keep a unicorn in my bedroom," he said. "Definitely not enough women." There was probably a bottle of Irn Bru somewhere, though, but Andrew wasn't much inclined to stop and find it right now.
Instead, he let Evan push him down on the bed, returning the kiss while his hands explored Evan's back under his t-shirt. He remembered, just about, to be careful of Evan's injured shoulder as he slid his hands over the prominent shoulder blades. It didn't take long for his long-sleeved shirt to start feeling too warm. Pulling away from Evan's mouth, Andrew sat up. "Let me just," he said, not bothering to finish the sentence. The end of it was made obvious as Andrew tugged the shirt off over his head and tossed it to the side. "Better."