rosekiller microfic: never || @rosekillermicrofic || wc: 383
“So… hypothetically.” Barty clears his throat after saying this to get Evan's full attention, who is already starting to fall asleep on the pillow next to him. “Hypothetically, if one day our child asks us how we started our… relationship,” Barty stumbles over the word, still not used to the status he and Evan have achieved. Even a few months later. “So what would you say?”
Evan's bright blue eyes sparkle as he looks at his boyfriend closely. Barty can practically see the words in his head forming into the cruel joke he's about to say.
But Evan asks briefly, “A child?” with a raised eyebrow.
“Hypothetically,” Barty insists for the third time, already regretting voicing his thoughts. Well, it's not the first time that his barriers have been completely lowered right after sex, and a much larger percentage of what's been going on in his head has come out.
“I should probably be proud that my cock is making you think about kids so soon,” and the smile on Evan's lips is truly smug. He props his head up with his hand to hover over Barty.
The latter rolls his eyes and picks up one of the small pillows to slap Evan across the face, hoping to get his mind back on track. “To the point, Rosier. What would you say?”
“What's wrong with the truth?” the smile didn't disappear from Evan's face.
“The truth? You mean you want to tell our little hypothetical daughter, 'Hey, you know, your daddy and I once had a bet about which of us would lose our virginity first and almost tore each other's throats out in the process. But then your Uncle Reggie joked that if we slept together, it would actually be a draw. But you know how no one gets Uncle Reggie's jokes, so we took it as an option and slept with each other'? Is that okay with you?”
With every word he says, Evan's chest heaves with silent laughter until he throws his head back and allows himself to laugh out loud. Tears form in the corners of his eyes and he shakes his head, “No, I will never let you tell our children that story, oh goddess. Never.”
“Hypothetical children,” Barty replied, not so sure, his brow furrowed.
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