A/N: SUCH A LONG CHAPTER!

It was a long, awkward hour. Connor had no choice but to wait with Steve until Kevin came back from his quest.

Sitting on the farthest side of the bench, Connor steadily ignored the other man's existence. He couldn't help noticing how he could still taste the essence of Steve on his tongue. He gagged.

"So…" Steve started, looking toward the redhead and ignoring the way he was ignored, "wanna… I dunno, do something? Together? We can get ice cream."

"No." Connor said through tight lips, "We just got ice cream and I don't want to do anything pertaining to you right now."

"Oh."

They settled back into stony silence. Connor couldn't take it. His mind was whirring with unanswered questions and part of him wanted to just finish the job Kevin had started. When he heard the other man clear his throat, Connor had decided he'd had enough.

"Why'd you do it?" He exclaimed angrily, voice laced with malice as he turned stormy blue eyes onto Steve. "Everything was going fine! But then you just had to go and ruin it. Why would you do something like that?"

"I told you-" but Connor didn't let him finish.

"Kevin was having so much fun!" He continued, becoming angrier by the second thinking about just how much Steve had ruined their vacation, "He was just so happy! But then you came along. You ruined it for him!"

"I don't care!" Steve interjected, glaring angrily at the incensed redhead, "Don't you get it? I care about you but I don't give a rat's ass about that other guy."

"It doesn't matter!" Connor replied, turning so they were staring at each other with more than a foot of bench separating them. "It doesn't matter what you care about Steve. You can't just go up to some one and molest them against the wall!"

"I did not molest you!"

"You did." Connor crossed his arms and glowered at the other man. "You didn't have my consent but you kissed me anyway. That counts as molestation or, possibly, rape."

"What are you, a lawyer?"

Connor rolled his eyes and huffed. "No. But what you did wasn't right and I deserve an apology. And so does Kevin."

"I'm not apologizing to that self-absorbed prick." Steve fumed, forest green eyes flashing angrily at the mention of Kevin. "He doesn't deserve you and we both know it."

"Steve, stop!" Connor said angrily, resisting the urge to jump to his feet. "I don't know why you're saying this but I'm with Kevin and it's inappropriate."

"How many times do I have to tell you? I don't care about Kevin! I don't care if he's dating you, I don't care if you're important to him and I really don't care that he loves you. I hate him. I just want you, alright?"

Connor felt his boiling anger suddenly freeze as he settled into a shocked silence. "What did you say?" He finally managed to breath out, certain he'd heard wrong.

"I said, I just want you!"

"No, before that."

"What?" Steve's eyes widened comically, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"About Kevin and me." Connor snapped back.

"Oh," Steve sighed angrily, muttering a curse under his breath, "yeah, he loves you."

Connor felt his own eyes widen. "And how would you know that?" As far as he knew, Kevin hadn't said a thing to him about love. Now that he'd thought about it, hadn't been mentioned at all, actually. Not since their first night in Orlando. Before they were even together.

"He told me."

"He told you he loved me?"

"When he had me pinned to that damn wall," Steve gritted through clenched teeth as if each word cause him great pain, "he literally spat in my face: 'you see that man over there? That's the man I love.' Blah, blah, blah. He's quite corny you know. And he was all angry and stuff and he did, literally spit on me. The mans spits something fierce when he's mad…" Steve went on insulting Kevin but Connor had, by now, tuned him out.

"Wait," he interjected, scrambling through his love struck daze to cut off a rambling Steve, "he said he loved me?" Connor momentarily forgot his current predicament as his mind went into overdrive at the knowledge that Kevin Price loved him and had admitted it.

To… Steve?

"Yes," Steve continued exasperatingly, "but I want you, so he can't have you."

"Whoa there, hold on Steve. I'm not an object and I refuse to play the woman in this little thing here. Now, I love Kevin."

"You… what?" he asked in sudden disbelief.

"Yup," Connor continued heatedly, completely disreguarding Steve's heartbroken expression, "I love him. I love him so much, and you just have to accept that and stop butting in."

Connor felt his anger abide when he saw the other man's crestfallen face. Rising from the bench, he walked to stand in front of Steve, placing a hand on his shoulder hesitantly. "You know," He said, attempting to wipe the pain off Steve's face face: he hated seeing anyone in pain. Even if they had just molested his mouth against a wall. "we can still be friends."

"What?" Steve looked up at him with disbelief. "I don't want to be just friends, Connor. I want-"

"But I do." He cut in before Steve could go off on another rant, "I just want to be friends," he dropped his hand and looked around, anxious for Kevin to get back, "You used to be a great friend, Steve."

"Used to be."

"Yes. Used to be."

"I guess friendship is all I'm getting then…" Steve sighed and shook his head, laughing a bit to himself, "I was a real jerk, wasn't I?"

"A real asshole."

"I'm sorry."

"Apology accepted."

"I really have no chance?"

"None at all."

Sighing again, Steve shook his head again and straightened up. "Well then, I guess we should start over. Turn around."

Slightly hesitant, Connor turned and sat on the bench again, back facing Steve. He jumped slightly as he felt a finger tap his shoulder and turned around, startled to find a grinning Steve's hand outstretched towards him.

"Connor McKinley? Remember me? Steve Blade. Nice to see you again."

Smiling himself, Connor shook hands, "Nice to see you again Steve. You just have to meet my boyfriend. His name's Kevin Price and… he's just, wonderful and…" he trailed off when Steve's smile transformed into a grimace. "What?"

"It still stings."

Connor's face fell. "We're over it. It's done. Closed door. Never happened. I got over you, and you got over me."

"I didn't get over you."

Connor felt his dispersed anger return, "Well try." He gritted out through clenched teeth, smile still fixed in place. "I'm not worth this, okay? It can't be that hard."

Steve smiled again but it looked strained, "Oh, you're worth it alright."

"Steve!"

"But fine. I'll get over you. I'm not saying it'll be easy but…"

Connor sighed heavily, finally dropping his smile, "I guess that's all I can ask for. I wonder where Kevin is…" He looked around; hoping the brunette in question would magically show up. His hopes were dashed, however, as he looked around and failed to spot the familiar face he'd fallen in love with.

"Nothing to do but wait, I guess."

Kevin looked down at his shoes as he walked towards the bench where he previously left his boyfriend and the other man.

He honestly didn't know what to think of what he'd seen. The violent tug from somewhere in his chest that made his throat hurt and his eyes prickle at the sight of his boyfriend kissing Steve was enough to send him into a fit. He'd said things he hadn't meant to say, done things he hadn't meant to do.

Like almost punch Steve in the face.

How could he just leave them there?

What good would it do to leave Connor and Steve alone for, Kevin checked his phone, a whole hour? His feet picked up in pace as Kevin approached the bench. He could now see the shock of red hair and he smiled against his will. His smile vanished, however, as he caught sight of the raven haired man who had tried to molest his Connor.

And his Connor had apparently liked it.

Because Steve had been Connor's best friend for years, right? He obviously knew more about him than Kevin did. This realization caused his stomach to churn unpleasantly as he huffed out a breath of confused irritation.

His quick steps and long strides finally brought him to the other two men and he internally laughed at Steve's face as he approached.

"So," He started, and, not knowing what else to do, he decided to take the easy way and said what was on his mind: "I've been thinking," he held up a hand as he saw Connor start to interrupt, "And… I honestly don't know what to do about this. It's never happened to me before." He screwed up his face, features twisting as his mind whirred with the still-fresh knowledge that his boyfriend had practically cheated on him.

Connor stood and walked over to Kevin, stopping when they were almost toe to toe. "Kevin?" He waited for the other man to meet his eyes before he continued to speak, "Kevin, you know I'd never-"

"-But you did-"

"But I didn't mean to!" Connor finished hotly. "He came onto me. You must know that!"

"Well," Kevin stalled, gaze shifting as he thought. To be honest, he didn't know what to believe. No one's ever cheated on him before. No one's ever made his mind whirr and his chest tighten and his head feel dizzy like Connor had either. "I," Hesitant brown eyes met baby blue and Kevin huffed out a breath, lips curving into a cruel impersonation of a smile, "I don't know, really. All I saw were you two kissing against a wall. What was I supposed to think?"

Connor bit his lip. "Kevin, you know what you told Steve earlier? When you had him pinned in your death grip and threatening to punch his face in?" He motioned to Steve who recoiled on the bench as if trying to shrink away.

Kevin blinked and shook his head. "I have no idea what I said to that bastard."

"Hey!"

Steve recoiled again as Kevin rounded on him and glared.

Connor bit his lip harder, brows furrowing against the wave of disappointment that threatened to crash over him. "You said you… you said..." He stopped as Kevin continued to stare blankly at him.

"Look," Kevin continued when Connor seemed like he wasn't going to finish his thought, "I… I think we should just leave this for later and…" he looked at his surroundings, the bubble he thought had burst earlier making itself known, filling up again, "enjoy this. I don't know when I'll ever be back here." He smiled when he spotted the giant red, orange and black blimp, eyes following it high into the sky. "Let's just be adults about this and leave it for now. We'll just enjoy Disney while we can."

"Yeah, because three men in Disney world is real adult."

Kevin immediately dropped his smile and rounded on Steve, eyes flashing, "And you, don't speak unless you are spoken to."

"You're not my-"

"I'm about five seconds from bashing your head in right now."

"Fine."

Connor looked from Kevin to Steve for a split second as if both had suddenly grown two heads and announced their marriage to each other.

Shaking himself, he smiled as the two went into a heated staring contest. "You're right." His proclamation eased the tension as both men looked toward Connor who positively beamed as he saw things clearing up. "Let's go ride that blimp, shall we?"

"Kevin?"

"Woah."

"Hey man, you okay? Is he always like this, Connor?"

"Um… sure."

Connor looked from the brunette who was leaning rigidly over the edge of the balloon basket to look out at the view. He had to admit, it was something incredible. Connor could see everything. He took a deep breath and smiled at the sight. The plane ride had been different. He couldn't see the little people walking around 400 feet below him on the plane. Connor figured they looked like little busy ants from his current height. He laughed out loud as he saw a little girl atop her father's shiny head, the insane image of a fire ant carrying a rock popped into his head and he was sent into a fit of giggles.

"You alright there?" Steve looked from the outstanding view to stare askance at a giggling Connor.

"I'm fine," he assured the other man, nodding and turning from the view to look back at Steve. "Inside joke."

"With yourself?" Steve's eyes widened as he stared at the red head as if he had just announced that he would take up a career stealing pants and asking for a dollar in return.

Connor bit his lip and shifted his gaze to Kevin who was still leaning out the basket, completely still.

"Yeah," he finally answered, smiling at how ridiculous he sounded, "inside joke with myself. You wouldn't- Kevin!"

Connor weaved around a small child to reach Kevin who had just went ridged and then shuddered. Connor heard a horrible gag as he watched Kevin's body convulse.

"Hey," Connor said in a soothing voice as he rubbed the vomiting man's back, "you never told me you were afraid of heights." He forced a chuckle as he tried to humor Kevin, who was now violently coughing and spluttering over the edge.

"Yeah, well," he said hoarsely, spitting and straightening up, only to hunch back over as his face went from gray to green, "I've never been in a blimp. And I'm not scared." He finished, his voice catching as he spit out of the balloon again and hung his head low. "My stomach hurts." He moaned, voice wretched.

"Must've been the ice cream." Connor said, still rubbing Kevin's shuddering back.

"I'll bet Steve poisoned me."

"Hey!" Steve said, coming over onto Kevin's other side and smirking as he saw that the sick man was trembling. "I've done no such thing." Nevertheless, his smirk grew as Kevin gave a weak scoff.

"Just tell me when we get down."

"I thought you'd like the view." Connor asked, a tad disappointed at his wasted efforts to get Kevin to cheer up and forget about previous events.

"I did," Kevin assured him, straightening up, "for about a minute. Then I looked down." He clenched his eyes as if to fight off a wave of nausea and opened them with a deep breath. "I'll just look out." He glanced at the horizon and stared, breathing deep as the color returned to his face. "Yeah, this is just perfect."

Connor smiled and moved to stand next to him, pillowing his head into the taller man's shoulder to look over the horizon. "Yeah," he agreed, "almost perfect."

"Almost?"

"You just threw up."

"Oh yeah. Fine, this is just almost perfect."

And it was.

"Hey Kevin!" Steve suddenly shouted next to Connor's ear, effectively startling him enough that his head jerked away from Kevin's broad shoulder, "Are you okay? You really threw up a lot over there." Steve turned to shout these words at the guide who had, apparently, been ignoring the trio completely until now.

The short, plump, slightly old guide carefully hobbled over to the three and Connor's almost perfect moment was promptly ruined.

"Vomit does not fly!" The old man lectured, staring at a startled Kevin with immense dislike. "If someone had gotten hit-"

"-we're over water!-"

"-If someone had gotten hit," the guide plowed on, "you would've had a huge price to pay Mr…"

"Price."

"Don't get snippy with me young man!"

"I wasn't getting-"

"Now, I've been working here for ten years and, occasionally, people do throw up, you know? But no one's ever disrespected me with so much sass before. 'Price'? What kind of name is Price? Price indeed. You'll be paying a Price no doubt about that."

Connor sighed irritably as Kevin and the instructor bickered, his almost perfect moment almost perfectly ruined.

"Connor?"

"Yes, Steve?"

"Why is Kevin such a child?"

Both men looked over to the man in question. Bent over a box of LEGO's and grinning broadly, Kevin looked like an over grown kid in a candy store.

"I don't know Steve. He's very young at heart, I guess. It says all ages anyway, so why not act like a child?"

"Yeah, sure…."

"Hey, Steve?" Connor quirked, eyes glancing back to check that Kevin couldn't hear. "Are you sure Kevin said he loved me?"

Steve rolled green eyes and scoffed. "Would I lie about that? Me?"

Nodding uncertainly, Connor hummed, "Right."

"Steve?" Connor asked as he idly watched Kevin order Churros, "Now, were his exact words 'I Love Connor'? Or-"

Steve sighed irratably, "I don't really remember. All I know is that he said he loved you. Or some variation. But 'love' was definitely used."

"Okay. Okay, good." Connor said, vaguely noting that he'd almost walked into a pole, so deep into his musings he was.

"Are you positive," Connor perked as him and Steve waited outside of a souvenir shop for Kevin to pay for gifts for Arnold and Nabulungi, "that he said he loved me? There was no way it could've been anything else?"

"I'm totally sure, Connor. Now get in there. I think that cashier lady is liking your pretty-boy's pretty smile a bit too much."

"Are you sure he said he loved me?"

"For God's sake Connor! Yes!"

It was dark by the time they finally pulled away from all the shops and shows to climb into Steve's car.

"How about some easy listening?" Steve asked from the front seat.

"Sure." Connor answered as Kevin pointedly buried his head onto the redhead's shoulder.

"Okay then."

Reaching out, Steve flipped through radio stations and settled as a guitar started strumming, creating a soft, slow beat.

"Oh!" Steve crowed as the singer's mellow voice wafted through the car, "I love this song!" He started to sing along with the male lead, his flat voice drowning out the actual artist.

Connor himself didn't know the song Steve was belting but he tuned it out as he finally addressed Kevin with the one thing that had been weighing heavily on his mind.

He turned to look down at the man on his shoulder, "Hey," he said in a soft voice so Steve couldn't hear him, "Kevin?"

"Mhhm?"

Steve's off tune voice floated in and out of Connor's consciousness. "Love fell down. Didn't we try? Didn't we try?"

"Are you sure you didn't tell Steve anything when you grabbed him?"

Kevin's features twisted, confusion written clear across his face though his eyes stayed closed. "As far as I can remember, not really, why?"

"It's just that…" he paused to collect himself as he felt a blush stain his cheeks through the darkness.

"Oh my heart, what did I know? What did I know?"

"I thought I heard something else." Connor finally mumbled, knowing fully that this was a lie.

"What did you hear?"

Connor didn't know what to say. What could he say? That he was so completely hung up about the fact that he'd technically heard through the grape vine that Kevin loved him? Why was he even so focused on that one simple word, anyway? It's not like he didn't know Kevin cared for him. But did he love him? Connor hoped the answer was yes.

Because he definitely loved Kevin.

"You won't be, my angel. I won't be, your guy."

"I didn't hear anything, per say."

"Permsay?" Finally, Kevin opened his eyes and sat up, turning his torso to face the redhead in the dark.

"I heard you threaten him." Connor suddenly shifted gears. He couldn't do this. He couldn't actually make a love confession in the back of a car. How old was he? Twelve?

Kevin's eyes widened slightly, "I'm sorry?"

"I did." He blurted, his mouth running off without giving his brain time to catch up, "I heard you threaten him and… and it was wrong of you to do that." Shut up, Connor told himself frantically, shut up, shut up, shut up. What are you doing?

Kevin's brows shot up to his hairline. "It was wrong?"

"Love fell down, where do I turn? Where do I turn? Love fell down, who am I then?"

"Violence," Connor continued, his tongue ignoring his brain's requests to just shut up, "is never the answer. You scared him, Kevin."

"He was molesting your mouth!"

"But go ahead and try, go ahead and try. Just go ahead and try, you'll like it."

"I know that, but-"

"You'll like it,"

"-you still could've handled that differently."

"You'll like it,"

"What!" Kevin asked outraged as Connor defended the other man.

"You'll like it." The guitar trailed off and Steve chuckled lightly as he held the last note longer than necessary, "Wasn't that a great song, guys?" He asked as the song finished and another one came on. He ignored the stunned silence that answered his question and laughed as he seemed to recognize the semi-fast beat, beginning to sing again. Connor continued to tune him out. "Come on, come on, I'll leave on the light for you."

"You're defending him?" Kevin said angrily, Connor shushed him and glanced at the man in question.

"No, but…" he trailed off as his brain finally managed to catch up with his mouth enough to stop the train of thought from verging into dangerous territory, "Actually," he changed gears again, "nevermind. Forget I said anything."

"With just a touch I'll send you to the moon baby. With just a touch I'm gonna set you free."

Kevin paused and stared at Connor for a long moment. Finally, he shook his head no. "We need to talk about this. Why are you defending him and getting mad at me for thinking you needed help?"

"I did need help!" Connor shot back, only slightly embarrassed to be admitting that help was need.

"I didn't say anything that bad when I had him pinned Connor. And certainly nothing to 'hurt his feelings'. Well," he paused, "I didn't threaten to kill him."

"Yes you did."

"Come on and take my rocket ride. I feel you quiver when I shiver inside."

"Well," Kevin said irritably, moving over in the seat to be as far away from Connor as possible, "If you're angry that I tried my best to protect you, then fine. I see how it is."

Connor's eyes narrowed. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You obviously didn't want me intervening then?"

"Oh, not this again."

"Yes 'this again'. You won't give me a straight answer."

"Everything hot happens in the dark baby! Everything could be happening now!"

"Look," Connor said desperately trying to calm Kevin's rising temper, "it's just… not coming out right. It's not sounding like I thought it would sound in my head."

"Oh really?" Kevin asked sarcastically. "Because it's sounding like you think that I wasn't doing you a favor by detaching that man's lips from yours and that I should be punished for it."

"Well when you put it like that…"

"Connor! This isn't making any sense! We're talking in circles here! And I can tell, this isn't the real problem." Kevin furrowed his brows and leaned closer to the other man so as to see him better through the mild darkness. "Something else has been bugging you all day and you haven't told me."

Connor's mouth gaped in disbelief. "How did you know?"

Kevin smiled slightly, his anger seeming to evaporate now that they were actually getting somewhere. "You thought I wouldn't notice? You thought you were being conspicuous?"

Connor could only nod as he felt himself fall harder for this man who seemed to know him so well.

"You were all unfocused and you looked kind of confused most of the time. Looked a bit daft, actually."

"Hey!" Connor laughed, the previous tension breaking as Kevin joined in and shook his head, all sourness between them forgotten.

"You did." The brunette said through his laughter. "But," he sobered somewhat, "really, Connor, what's wrong? You've been worried. Just tell me."

By now, Connor's laughter had died out and he now sat staring nervously at Kevin. Should he tell? Would Kevin laugh?

He jumped as the car hit a pothole and he was pitched forward by the sudden bump.

It'd probably be better to have this conversation while they were alone.

Finally, he glanced back up to Kevin. "When we get back." He sighed as Kevin nodded somewhat reluctantly and moved back over to lay his head on Connor's shoulder.

For the time being, things were back to being almost perfect again.

"Don't think too much, just let me touch you there! Don't think too much, just get it up in the air!"

Almost.

A/N: Blah. Hope this chapter wasn't too bad.

I have no clue if the Gavin Creel songs were ever on the radio.