Their phones lit up with missed calls and ignored text messages. All they were focused on was each other. They tossed about the bed in a frenzy of kisses, groping hands, and rutting hips. When Edd ripped his shirt off his head, Kevin knew what Edd wanted and what they were in for. If they could walk in the morning, it'd be a miracle. But Kevin didn't care. He wanted to take the pain out of Edd's eyes, to be with him, and remind him, just like Edd did with that kiss on the last day of their senior year of high school, just what was waiting on him if he ever wanted to come back where he belonged.

A bite to his collarbone, because his boyfriend is in a fucking coma, so who cares, right?

Teasing nips down his sternum.

A lick to his nipples that had him moaning.

Large, calloused hands running up down his sides and gently gripping his curves.

Kevin's hands down his pants and his tongue down his throat.

But then he stopped.

"I swear to God, Kevin..."

"I'm not doing this dry, Edd."

The look in Kevin's eyes let Edd that they weren't going to stop, but they had better come up with a way to make this work. Kicking himself for planning ahead after he saw Kevin was going to be in New York, too,he said, "My duffle bag. Inside pocket."

Edd had been using this duffel bag in particular since they were in high school as his gym bag and his practice bag for the swim and track teams. And it was the one bag he kept spare condoms and lube in once he started dating Kevin.

Kevin cracked a sly grin and dug into Edd's ready stash of their favorite things. When he turned back to the bed, Edd pulled his clothes off, dumped them on the floor, crawled under the covers and pulled his knees to his chin, those sad blue eyes still pleading with Kevin to take him.

Kevin dropped trou and crawled back into the bed. He halfway wished he could knock Edd up just to keep him in his life for forever, but knowing that that was impossible, he went into his usual bag of tricks to lay his mark on the only person to mark his soul.

Deep, passionate kisses.

A slicked up hand preparing Edd for what he could only describe as 30 minutes of ecstasy. It was all he'd need, but knowing Kevin, he'd get hours of ecstasy with round after round of rolling about the bed because the redhead couldn't get enough of him and he couldn't stop giving him all of the love and affection he couldn't bear to show the world or say aloud in public.

And a cock up his ass, thrusting against his prostate, bringing him pleasure like only Kevin Barr could.

"God, I've missed you," he whimpered, back arching, meeting Kevin's thrusts and giving him as much as he was taking.

"I-I know. I missed you, too," Kevin panted as he pulled him closer.

Edd just held on and rocked with Kevin. They rocked. They rolled. And when they hit round four, as the sun rose, Edd rode Kevin like his life depended on it. But only his heart did.

"Baby," Edd moaned.

"I've got you."

Again Kevin brought him home. Again he sobbed in ecstasy. And again, Kevin told him he loved him. And again, Edd believed him. It was too obvious to deny. Only Kevin could love on him like he did. And only Edd could reciprocate in kind. After a shower to wash what they had done away, but also bond like they used to, they cuddled up and passed out for a couple of hours before Edd had to head catch his flight back to Peach Creek.

In Baton Rouge, Mya managed to get Eddward back in the hospital.

"Stay off the path," she told him as she gave him directions to Kevin's room in the ICU. "It'll help you avoid the cameras."

Eddward took her directions to heart, but his broke again when he saw Kevin laying in that hospital bed. He looked so small, so frail, so pale. His head was wrapped up tight, his unruly bangs peeking out of his bandages, but the swelling was obvious. On the one hand, the trauma could reduce him to vegetable status for the rest of his life. He could also wake up and be just fine. Eddward could only hope for amnesia and Kevin could forget him and all the pain he caused him. Maybe they could be friends again.

As he crawled into the bed with his pumpkin, he cried.

"Why, Kevin? Why would you be out at a place like that? And alone no less," he sobbed as he held his ex close.

The sounds of the heart monitor and respirator lulled him into a fitful sleep. Mya woke him up a few hours later so they could leave before the doctor and paramedics flying Kevin back to Peach Creek arrived. And as they left, Kevin stirred. He caught a glimpse of his ex as he dashed out the door, but his scent lingered. And the sleeping dragon inside stretched and yawned.

Kevin's dad sent him a text with his new plane ticket home. If Edd was having issues and Kevin wanted to stay the night with him to comfort him through it, he should at least help him get home.

While Edd was grateful for the company, he knew they were in for an earful from their friends about their lack of communications since finding out about Kevin's accident, who caused it and why.

Kevin got them a taxi when they landed and they headed straight for the hospital as they answered messages and fielded calls. Walking into the hospital, they were hand in hand. Their friends were there, brows raised, but not a word was spoken. It was in their eyes. They still loved each other, but they had to let go.

For now...