#bedinski

“Move in with me.”

“I thought that’s what we were doing?” Kevin sets the last box on the kitchen island and turns toward Connor, smiling the way he does when he can’t quite figure out what Connor is thinking but he’s down for it anyway.

Connor rolls his eyes. “Dude, I mean like. Not as buddies. Or teammates. Not media friendly ‘oh how cute the sophomore season kids are living together’ together.”

Kevin smirks and crowds into Connor’s space between one breath and the next. “Baby, this has never been just buddies.”

“Stop it,” Connor bitches. “I’m trying to be serious, or like, romantic or whatever.”

“Or whatever,” Kevin teases, grin widening. Connor hates him sometimes. Except for the fact that he, like. Loves him. A little.

(A lot.)

Connor might have to blow him about it. Maybe later. “Dick,” he says, reaching down and threading his fingers with Kevin’s to soften the words, “I’m trying to be serious.”

Kevin visibly rearranges his features into something more suited to what Connor is trying to ask him. “Okay, okay babe, I’m listening.”

“Just, look, I know neither of us is trying to come out or anything, and no one is going to think twice about us living together meaning anything. But I want it to mean something, to us at least. Is- is that okay?” He starts off confident, hating how he trails off at the end.

Squeezing Connor’s fingers reassuringly, Kevin leans down and steals a kiss before he replies. “Yes, Connor. It means something to me. You mean something to me. It doesn’t matter what this looks like to everyone else, for me this is like, us building a life together. Alright?”