The airport was crowded. Okay not like to the point where you couldn't move or breathe, but it was thin enough where you could see through the crowd. Evan had just landed twenty minutes earlier and was enjoying a fresh cup of coffee at the cafe in the lobby while he waited for his ride to get there. Brock had insisted on picking him up and he'd just text him that he was on his way.

So there he was waiting, sitting comfortably on a bar stool, spinning left to right mindlessly while he pulled up his Twitter and sipped at his hot drink in the early hours of sunrise. There was nothing of significance on his news feed except for Delirious who seemed to be awake early as usual, probably drinking his daily morning coffee as well. Even grinned to himself and clicked on the picture the guy had uploaded and squinted at the photo. It was the back of a guy's head, sitting on a stool. In an airport. Wearing a backwards hat. It looked like himself.

It was himself.

The realization hit him hard and he put his drink down loudly before he dropped it when his heartbeat shot through the roof. He looked around him at all the strangers sitting about, walking in different directions, coming up short on an answer as to where Delirious was. Because he was there in the airport with him and it had Evan nearly trembling with nerves.

His phone went off and he saw the new Tweet from him, "He's so confused. XD" Accompanied by another picture of himself looking around from just moments ago. Evan chewed on his lip and couldn't stop the smile from spreading. He tweeted him back, "You're a bitch." Then he stuck his middle finger in the air.

A moment later, Delirious replied with a picture of him flipping the bird, grinning at no one. "How rude. :("

Evan slipped out of his seat and began walking around slowly, looking around for a guy that could be his one and only mysterious friend. He changed his direction based on the pictures Delirious continued to tweet and what angle they were taken from. Everyone on the site was having a field day. He was getting closer, but he still didn't see anyone. Until a flash went off just as he turned his head. His eyes locked with another pair that were blown wide with panic and the body they were attached to turned and bolted in the opposite direction.

Evan didn't miss a beat and was running after him, smiling from ear to ear while he pressed record on his phone. He didn't want to forget this. "DELIRIOUS! GET BACK HERE, YOU FUCK!"

Evan laughed when he heard that familiar playful, "NEVER!"

Delirious was fast on his long legs as he weaved and dodged the bodies in the crowd and he screwed himself over by breaking into a giggle. It made him weak the harder he laughed and he felt it in his legs as they began to lose their strength. It got worse when he heard Evan's heavy footsteps behind him, closing in and he almost tripped when he felt his hand slide across his shoulder.

He died a little on the inside when he slowed to a walk and turned, seeing the bright ass smile on Evan's face before the Asian lunged forward and lifted him off of his feet in a hug. He fell into another fit of giggles while Evan squeezed the life out of him. Delirious hadn't planned it this way but it was more than he could ever ask for and he'd never forget it.

Evan let him down, completely ignoring all the eyes that were looking at them like they were crazy. He put his phone up in front of him. Jonathan smiled at the camera, but Evan aimed it down so it only showed his pretty mouth. He looked at him and said, "Gotcha, bitch."

He took the picture and uploaded it with that caption after he got Jonathan's nod of approval, then slung his arm over his shoulder while they headed back to the lobby. Evan smiled over at him, "So, do you have a ride?"

"Same ride as yours." Jonathan bit at his bottom lip.

"Brock?" Evan asked and rolled his eyes when Delirious laughed. "That schemer."

"I was supposed to get in the car with you and confuse the shit out of you, but I like the way this went down so much better." Jonathan grinned and let his arm rest around Evan's waist as they walked.

Evan didn't seem to mind because he hummed contentedly, "Yeah, you know I love chasing you."

"I know." Jonathan pulled him a bit closer. "You know I love being chased."

They shared a look that meant everything and walked out into the morning air together, smiling like fools as they slid into Brock's backseat side by side.

Moo looked in his rear view mirror and grinned. Evan and Jonathan were sitting there waiting for the man to roll out a classic pun but he never did. Evan raised a brow, "What's up with you, man?"

Jonathan pursed his lips, "Yeah, Moo. It's been like, seven whole days since you've made a serious pun."

He locked eyes with them in the mirror and said, "Well, seven days without a pun makes one weak."

Brock drove off, pleased with himself as the two laughed themselves to tears on each others shoulder in the back of his car.