Ezra’s stride into the room was a confident one as soon as Kian’s words reached him. A smile broke out on his face, nothing coy or subtle about it. Immediately, he closed the distance between himself and the other man, happy to be in his arms the way he often found himself wishing to be whenever he wasn’t.
It really was getting very serious between the two of them, and Ezra always had half a mind to finally take a deep breath and ask Kian just what they were to each other, exactly. He wanted to know, having always preferred labels to the unknown. Ezra Walker did not deal in uncertainties - ever, yet it seemed to be an allowance he’d give Kian for the luxury of getting to spend more and more time with him. It had been a year or so now since the two of them had gotten rid of any pretenses about them not caring for each other on a deeper level, perhaps longer. Yet he still wasn’t sure if they, for all intents and purposes, a proper couple.
With Kian looking starry-eyed and loudly celebrating Ezra’s accomplishments, it seemed like a safe time to perhaps broach the subject. But then Kian’s arms were around him, his mouth covering his in a kiss, and Ezra’s mind went blissfully blank.
“Don’t let him hear you say that,” Ezra said in response to Kian’s little quip about Harry.
He pressed another brief kiss to Kian’s lips then glanced over his shoulder. Harry was standing over by the makeshift buffet table, a paper cup in his hand as he glared at them both.
Hysteria bubbled up in Ezra’s throat and before it could evolve into a proper laugh, he turned his head back to Kian so he could press his face into the other man’s neck, his shoulders shaking in silent giggles.
It occurred to him how good he felt right now. Sure, he wasn’t crazy about the show, nor his part in it, even if the critics deemed it career-defining in the most complimentary of ways. It helped to pay the bills though, and he did love performing, despite the way he was constantly pestering his agent to find him auditions for roles that were a little meatier. Tragic, without being exploitative. She always did her best, whilst reminding him he had nothing to complain about right now, something he supposed he should be grateful for as he nuzzled against Kian in turn, inhaling the scent of the other man’s cologne
“Kim’s a darling,” he breathed, lifting his head to smatter a line of kisses along Kian’s cheek, exhilarated by the silent permission the other man had given him.
“No drinking in my bed,” he said, sharply. He caught Kian’s eye and his expression, strict and firm, broke into another teasing smile as he lowered his lips down by Kian’s ear.
“Unless you plan on licking it off me if you happen to spill it,” he whispered, gently kissing Kian’s earlobe and barely managing to avoid being jostled by several of his castmates as the party shuffled around them, something on the other side of the room claiming their attention.
Ezra didn’t lift his head to see what it was, far too focused on Kian.
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