The 3BD Skybound was amazing; fans swarmed the first floor while YouTuber mingled, taking pictures, signing merchandise, and playing video games. Tom was in his element in particular, vlogging the entire event with Jordan right at his side. Everyone was in a great mood, everyone, that is, except Evan.

Evan was on the second floor, leaning against a back wall where no one could see him, but he could see the front door where fans were filing in. He almost didn't show up today, scared of what might happen when Delirious walked through those double doors. No one else knew the masked YouTuber was showing up, he hadn't told anyone and Evan wasn't about to tell anyone else. This wasn't the kinda thing you broadcast, especially with he and Delirious's relationship.

He wasn't entirely sure what he was looking for. Brown hair, blonde hair, blue eyes, green eyes. Delirious could be anyone to Evan; he saw his form in every person who came through those doors.

"Evan!"

Tyler.

"What are you doing all the way back here man?"

"I'm…uh…" Evan was still craning his neck to see over Tyler's shoulder, unable to pull his eyes away from the door. "I'm just…watching people coming in."

"Dude fuck that there's games and fans downstairs, all of which have YOUR name on them."

Evan groaned.

"I mean, these fans LITERALLY have your name on them."

Evan couldn't help but laugh at his last comment. He took the moment to glance back at the door, starring hopeful towards them. Tyler hadn't noticed he wasn't paying attention yet, so Evan savored the moments he got, praying Delirious wouldn't have the balls to show. He couldn't have him here; he was far too distracted as it was by just the thought of him.

Don't show up. Please show up. Don't be him. Why aren't you him?

"Evan?"

Evan's eyes snapped back up to Tyler's as if nothing happened. He hummed a response, raising his eyebrows.

"Are you okay?'

"Yeah, um, just a little tired from last night," Evan lied.

Tyler's eyes narrowed. He could smell the lie too easily, Evan knew it. But he shrugged, letting it go and walking down the stairs to join Craig in greeting some new fans. Evan breathed a small puff of air, relief giving him a brief moment of ease.

Then the tightness took hold when his eyes flicked back to the door.

It was the body he recognized first, how the tight heather gray shirt folded around his frame almost too perfectly. How his black jeans fitted snuggly around his hips. Evan knew it was him, but then he saw his face. Blue eyes with messy dark brown hair and an evenly tanned skin, a smile that could melt ice and a gaze so friendly you felt like you knew him before he said his own name.

Evan practically stumbled down the stairs, moving blindly through the crowd, his eyes focused on those gray, light blue ones. The other man didn't seem to notice Evan until he was right beside him, only then did those large blue eyes meet Evan's. Evan couldn't speak; he opened his mouth, but said nothing, instead brushing his fingers against Jonathan's hand, a silent plea to follow him.

Delirious followed, Evan painfully aware of the warmth and bright blue eyes focused on his back as he moved through the crowd. He lead the two of them to a side door, where the bathrooms were. Without a word, he opened the door to the family bathroom and slipped inside, followed by Delirious, who shut the door and locked it behind them. Evan finally found his voice.

"What are you doing here?"

Delirious's face fell, contorting those beautiful eyes and lips into a frown.

"I…" Delirious's voice shrank along with the rest of him. Fuck his voice sounded even more smooth and sultry in person. "I wanted to see you, see everyone."

"Why?"

Delirious looked really hurt. "I thought it would be nice?" He bit his lip, eyes darting away before speaking again. "I'm done hiding Evan. I wanna be seen and be heard, but I wanted to see you first."

"WHY?" Evan struggled to keep his voice calm. Why was he so angry?

Delirious glared, now angry. "Because I really like you, okay? There, I fucking said it. Happy?"

Evan starred, his anger falling away for a brief moment.

"You…you like me?"

"Of course I fucking do!" Delirious groaned. "Why do you think I always said yes to those Skype calls? Why do you think I always did everything I could to help you forget you were sad? Why do you think I'm here now?" Delirious sighed.

"I like you, Evan. I like you a lot, and I thought you liked me too, so I came."

Evan had lost his voice again. He'd lost everything except Delirious, every sense was Delirious and nothing except for those shining blue eyes mattered.

"Evan?"

God his voice was silky smooth. That microphone did not do him justice, and Evan couldn't get enough of it. Without warning, Evan found himself stepping into Delirious, resting his aching lips against Delirious. At first the latter protested, pushing his hands flat against Evan's chest with slight force, but he melted into Evan's lips as Delirious's lips parted for Evan's tongue. Evan's hands ran through Delirious's hair, soft and dark against his tanned skinned, tracing lines down his back and under his shirt. Delirious sighed, pressing his lips into Evan's neck and pressing kiss after kiss into his skin.

Now Evan knew why he was called Delirious.

"Evan…" Delirious breathed. All Evan could manage was a soft murmur as he tugged his own shirt off. Delirious's hands felt like fire against his bare skin as he left red horizontal lines along Evan's back.

"Evan…" Delirious sighed again. "Do you like me?"

But Evan didn't respond. Instead, Evan tugged Delirious shirt off and hooked the latter's legs around Evan's hips so he could lift him up. Evan's body felt so right pressed against Delirious's like this, so hot and so hard. Evan's teeth left a slight indent in Delirious's neck while his hands pulled off every piece of clothing keeping their skin from touching. So many Skype calls only showing glimpses of this body, and now, it was all Evan's.

"Evan…"

Tyler couldn't believe this was happening. He crossed his arms, glaring at the two in front of him.

"Forget it," he repeated, glancing nervously past Tom and Jordan and over to the small panel where Craig was sitting, face bright with laughter. Craig had been pulled up to the panel for a quick game of Rocket League, leaving Tyler defenseless to Tom and Jordan.

"Don't say 'forget it' then look right over there," Tom protested, grinning madly.

Tyler felt color rising in his cheeks.

"All we're saying is go say something! You guys were all over each other last night—"

"HA!" Tyler barked. "Don't get me started on 'all over each other'," Tyler remarked pointedly, narrowing his eyes at the arm casually thrown over Jordan's shoulder by Tom. "You're fans will never let you hear the end of this," Tyler warned.

"And they're gonna find out how?" Jordan asked, raising an eyebrow. "Besides, we already kissed on Tom's vlog, an arm around my shoulder is nothing."

Tyler rolled his eyes, letting out a loud sigh. He starred angrily back at the two idiots in front of him. "That doesn't mean I need to go kiss him."

"We're not saying that!" Tom exclaimed, stifling a giggle against Jordan's shoulder. Jordan was holding in a laugh too. "Although, if you want to…"

Tyler groaned. He wasn't going to deal with this, not the first day of Comic Con. Glancing over his shoulder, Tyler saw David and Lui talking with fans. This was his out, so Tyler dodged through the crowd to join them.

"You guys I need help."

Lui glanced up at Tyler, never breaking his smile. "What's up?'

"Tom and Jordan are tryin'a make me make a move on Craig…"

David leaned over now, done with the fans he was talking to. "Whatcha talking about?"

"Tom and Jordan wanna make him to make a move on Craig."

"Oh, do it dude," David frowned, raising an eyebrow at Tyler. "What's really stopping you?"

"Um… I'm straight?"

David and Lui hummed in understanding, glancing at each other before back at Tyler, eyes narrowed. Tyler knew the look, they were trying to find loopholes.

"It's not happening!" Tyler growled.

"There is no harm in flirting?"

"Except I don't like him like that?" Tyler retorted heatedly. He glanced around the room, avoiding looking in Craig's direction. Where the fuck was Evan? He needed his help right now more than anything. His eyes fell on Craig anyway, and he felt his heart stumble against his will. Was it because his friends were pushing him to hit on Craig? Or was Tyler actually into Craig? He liked him, yeah, but Tyler had always just thought it was as a friend.

"Hey?" Lui snickered. Tyler could hear the raised eyebrow, smug grin, and elbow nudge Lui gave to David. He whipped his head around, shooting a glare at Lui and at David for good measure, but it was no use; they'd caught him starring.

"Gimme a break," Tyler groaned, pushing away from them. He had an idea, but wasn't too sure how he was gonna pull it off. Craig was playing video games on a live stream right now; no way Tyler could do something potentially flirty and romantic without several hundred thousand people seeing it…

But he could do it later. And besides, what would it hurt, Tyler reasoned. It was Comic Con, it was summer, and he was sure they could be friends afterwards. Look at Jordan and Tom. Maybe it wouldn't hurt just to see if he could make a successful move on him.

Tyler felt someone push past him, muttering a sorry. He spun, recognizing the voice, but the figure was gone before Tyler found the owner of the voice. Tyler frowned, searching his memory to place the voice, the accent, the slight pitch of upset and anger lingering in his tone. It was familiar, but Tyler couldn't give it a name or face.

"Hey Ty."

Now that's a voice Tyler recognized, and with a sigh of relief, turned to find Evan.

"Fuck dude, where you been?" but Tyler decided he didn't want the answer after giving him a once over. Evan looked put together, just like he had when Tyler had last seen him, but now there was an exhausted glint in his eye, his hair had recently been messed up then fixed again, and there was a slight smell of sweat lingering on him. The way Evan's eyes searched the crowd momentarily before going back to Tyler just confirmed it.

"Oh my fucking God…"

"What?"

"You seriously didn't just…" Tyler didn't finish his sentence. He glanced around, knowing if he said what he wanted to ask, the whole room would explode. Evan fucking a fan in the bathroom? Goodbye to the Internet.

"What?" Evan asked again, this time with ernest.

"Nevermind. Listen, I need your help," Tyler began, pushing aside what he was gonna say. He lowered his voice so passersby wouldn't hear him, and hoped Evan wouldn't judge him too much for what he was thinking.