Page 62 of A Match Made In Evan
“Is as camp as a row of tents.” Jack nods, then grimaces. “That sucks about his dad.”
“Maybe he’ll come around? Either way, I just feel like giving him a safe space where he can feel free to be himself is something easy that I can do. He’s Mia’s friend, and our home is always open to him. Plus,” I feel my cheeks heat, “maybe I would have been quicker to accept my feelings for Ev if I’d had same-sex couples to talk to growing up. Not that my parents were anything like his dad…but I didn’t know that for sure when I was his age.” I scrub my hand over my face. “I don’t know. I just feel for him.”
“You’re a good guy,” Jack claps me on the back. “And, hey, I just had my own ‘turns out I like guys too’ moment not that long ago, so if you and Evan need back up, you can always call us.”
It’s a really nice offer and I grin, bobbing my chin. “Thanks, man.”
“Also,” he says as he finally makes his way towards his car, which is parked a few spaces up from mine, “you’re welcome to come join our soccer team.”
I scoff. “Hard pass. My dad bod is not built for sports.”
Thankfully, Ev loves it anyway.
***
Raucous squeals and laughter emanating from down the hallway make me wince as I pull back the covers of my bed.
“This was your idea,” Ev tells me with a smug smile, then closes the bedroom door, shutting out the worst of the sound. He peels off his shirt and tosses it to the floor, and I’m momentarily too distracted by his toned chest, and the still-pink scars from his accident and surgery, to get annoyed with his untidiness. He chuckles. “My eyes are up here, buddy.”
“Shut up,” I mutter, blushing at having been caught ogling him.
I feel a little guilty for the arousal coursing through me. It’s not entirely my fault: we were exchanging orgasms at the rate of horny teenagers for months on end, and then they stopped suddenly during what we now refer to as the Week Of Doom. My balls are bluer than Marge Simpson’s hair at this point. However, until Ev’s given the all-clear from his doctor to resume physical activity, I’m not going to act on my building frustration.
It would just be nice if he’d stop being so fucking attractive.
“Do you like what you see, baby?” he all but purrs, sliding under the covers beside me.
I give him a look that reads ‘are you stupid?’ but I don’t answer.
He sidles in closer, running his palm down my t-shirt-covered chest and stomach, then lower still. I suck in a breath as my cock realises what’s happening and practically springs to attention.
“Evan,” I hiss, trying for a tone of warning but sounding stupidly needy to my own ears. “Stop it.”
“This” —hesqueezesmy erection through my boxers— “doesn’t feel like you want me to stop.”
“W-we can’t.”
“No?” He presses his shirtless form right up against my side and then mouths at my neck, trailing wet kisses over the curve of my jaw and to my earlobe. Ithrobfor him. “Why not, baby?”
How does this man manage to make me feel like an inexperienced teenager so easily? Between his touch and his sinful voice, I could just erupt.
Oh, yeah,weeksof celibacy. That’s how.
Trying not to whimper, I answer, “You’re still recovering.”
“Doc said that once I was allowed to walk around again, I could resume other low-impact activities.” Ev sounds so proud of himself. “Including sexual activity. We’ve just gotta be slow,” to illustrate his point, his hand slips under the waistband of my boxers and strokes me up and down at a leisurely pace, “and careful.”
Breathing heavily, I close my eyes and arch into his touch. “Fuck.”
“Shh,” his breath ghosting over the shell of my ear makes me feel weak with need, “there are impressionable teenagers in the house. We have to be quiet.”
As if they’d hear us over their laughter anyway.
“I’ve missed this,” he continues to croon into my hear. “Missed your pretty cock. Missed your mouth. Missed your hands on me.”
Resolve crumbling, I rock my hips into the rhythm he’s setting with his fist.
“You want this just as badly as I do, don’t you?” Ev’s voice is barely a whisper, but it echoes in my brain and through my nerve endings. “I can feel it, baby. I can feel you getting even harder in my hand. Feel you leaking for me. God, I wish I could have you inside me again…”
