In the day he was hidden and dumb, but at nightfall moaned in the shade;
I shuddered and gave him his will in the darkness, at light I was afraid.
It wasn't the first time Kevin and tried to take Connor's hand before it being slapped away.
"What are you afraid of?" Was his only question, when Connor's neck would spread with a crimson blush and he'd grab his wrist with the other.
"Why aren't you?" Connor would hiss in a harsh whisper, instantly looking over his shoulder.
He hated Kevin's free and easy tone, his relaxed manner, his perpetual grin. Didn't he realise that not only were they displeasing God, but they were putting the whole mission in jeapody? As district leader it was his duty to turn those feelings off...during the day.
"Connor?" Kevin barely moved his lips as he murmured against the dividing wall between their bedrooms. He tapped his fingers gently before waiting for the reply.
Two taps back.
He slid carefully out from the bedsheets, wincing at every slight rustle. He padded softly across the floorboards, avoiding the known creaks and hopping the loose ones.
He opened the door to the living room and stepped inside. The hand around his waist made him gasp at first, but then he relaxed and leant into Connor's touch.
Connor spun him round so they were facing. Kevin could hardly make out Connor's features in the darkness but the pale moonlight lit up his smile and eyes.
Kevin pressed their lips together, allowing his hands to rest on Connor's hips. Connor let Kevin's hands wander places he wouldn't dare to let them during the day. He melted into Kevin's warm touch and came to rest his chin on his shoulder.
"Do we have time?" He whispered, his mouth inches from Kevin's ear.
"Always." Kevin replied before placing one arm round the small of Connor's back and the other under his knees. He hoisted Connor into his arms bridal style, eliciting a small cry from the other elder quickly stifled with a palm. Kevin carried Connor over to the couch and laid him on it reverently.
Sometimes they would just lie curled up together until the small hours of the morning when they'd creep back to bed and pretend the night time outing had never happened.
Tonight Connor just wanted to curl up into a ball and have Kevin put his strong arms around him. Kevin waited until Connor's breathing began to steady and he noticed his eyelids still. Once he was certain he'd fallen asleep Kevin would hold him tighter, nestle his face in Connor's soft hair, and fall into that sleep too.
They'd dream together until it was time to wake, sneak back to their separate bedrooms, and pretend that none of this was real. To other eyes, none of it was true.