Chapter 18 Nathan
NATHAN
Seeing as they had to cut their Bahamas vacation short, my mom and Bryce decided to go to Martha’s Vineyard for a few weeks once they’ve seen I’m fine and my arm isn’t going to fall off, so I have the house to myself again.
I brought Evan over last night to give him some space from his house. With all those freshly cracked open memories of his dad, he seems exhausted by the onslaught of emotion. When we got back here, he crawled into bed and slept like a baby in my arms.
I left him napping still while I left for class this morning.
Since I don’t have tennis practice, I get back to the house early.
I let myself in and call Evan’s name, walking around the first floor, panic rising when he doesn’t answer.
I head upstairs, checking my room first. He’s still in bed.
He opens his eyes when he hears me come in.
“Were you still asleep?” I ask, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“No, I just lay here for a bit.”
I run my good hand over his shaved head, remembering that nice, blond hair he used to have when we were kids. Try not to focus on the bruises under his eyes and the new cut healing on his top lip.
He looks up at me and our eyes meet. My chest feels so tight I can barely breathe.
“What?” he asks. “What’s wrong?”
“I just love you so much.”
He blinks at me with those blue eyes and my heart thuds in my chest. I want him to say it back, but I tell myself it’s hard for him, and I don’t need him to, not right now.
“Come ‘ere.”
I shake my head, tracing my thumb over the pattern his freckles make on his cheeks.
“No?”
I smile. “Make me,” I say, moving my thumb over his lips. Fuck, I love these lips. No one on earth has lips like Evan. Just looking at them causes the pit of my stomach to fizz.
He pulls me by the arm, careful not to bump my cast, until I’m on top of him.
“Made you,” he says with a soft smile.
I hold his face in my good hand so I can control the kiss. Brushing my lips slowly and gently over his. He clamps his mouth shut and I lean back.
“What’s wrong?”
“Does my breath stink?”
“No, it doesn’t. And I wouldn’t care if it did.”
I brush my lips against his again, coaxing him slowly to open up. Finally, he gives in, his body sagging and letting go. He sighs into my mouth as our tongues meet and I grind my hips automatically against his.
“I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you,” I whisper into his mouth.
He sighs and closes his eyes.
“I love you.”
“You’re gonna kill me,” he says.
I kiss him again, feeling his hands roam over my back down to my ass.
He flips us over, rips the blanket from between us and throws it to the floor. He’s half naked, in nothing but some Calvin Klein boxer briefs.
“Are these mine?” I ask, amused.
“Yeah. Take this off.” He tugs at my polo, helping me pull it off over my head.
“You don’t have to be careful with me, you know? My arm doesn’t hurt at all, and the cast keeps it safe.”
He drops his gaze, tracing a finger over the hard surface of the cast. “I know. I just fucking hate that you got hurt. Wish I could get them back for you.”
“I already told you, I’m going to give them up. They’ll be punished for what they did.”
“I wasn’t talking about the cops.”
I grab the back of his neck and pull his face closer, my heart thumping in my ears. “Don’t you dare do something you’ll get in trouble for. I don’t want you getting hurt either.”
His jaw untenses and that line between his eyebrows smooths itself out as his face relaxes. “Okay, I won’t.”
“Promise me.”
“I promise.”
“Good. Now, come here.”
His skin is clammy and warm. He smells the way he used to smell when we’d spend all day playing video games in his bed. I drag my good hand over his back and find his ass through his underwear. He groans into my mouth.
“Evan.”
“Yeah?”
“Let me suck your cock. Please?”
“Fuck.” He laughs, letting go of my arm with the cast, where he has it pinned protectively to my side before lying down beside me. “Have I told you you’re gonna kill me?”
“A couple of times.”
He hesitates. “I need a shower.”
“I don’t care.” My heart pounds at the thought of his smell. I need to get close to it. Need it, need him to consume me.
I drag my lips over his neck and chest, taking his St. Christopher between my teeth while he watches.
His nipples pebble under my tongue as I lavish attention on each one. He’s hard, his cock pressing against my stomach as I make my way down. I lick his bellybutton and he flinches.
“Argh, don’t do that.”
I look up.
“Does that feel weird?”
“Yeah, leave it alone.”
I laugh. “Okay.”
I lick a stripe from just under his bellybutton to the waistband of my boxers. It turns me on so much that he’s wearing them, even if he did get them clean from the drawer.
I leave the shorts on as I brush my lips over the waistband, down to the soft cotton covering his cock and balls. I bury my face in it, inhaling his scent. He hisses and lets out a groan. God, I want to make him feel good.
He buries his hand in my hair and his hips buck, though I can tell he’s trying to keep them still.
I drag my lips over his hard length, still under the fabric, my own cock straining to be set free.
I tongue him through the cotton, greedy for his musky smell.
My tongue finds the head and I wrap my lips around it, the fabric already damp.
His voice, when he speaks, is so fucking hot. Hoarse and breathless.
“Take them off, please Nate, fuck.”
I yank the waistband and his cock springs free. On my knees, I watch him, naked and splayed out on my bed, looking so good it hurts.
“If you’re gonna just sit there looking at me, at least give me something to look at,” he says, the need seeping out through his voice.
My face heats up as I unzip my chinos and pull them down to my knees, my boxer briefs following close behind. Evan’s gaze falls on my cock, swollen and leaking already just from the sight of him.
It feels weird with my left hand when I grip the base tight and start stroking myself, but I’m distracted by the way Evan licks his lips and slides his hand down his stomach until he’s stroking his cock, watching me.
I nudge his knee with my casted hand and he slides his legs wider and plants his feet. His balls hang tight over his taint. And, fuck, his ass looks so good.
His gaze is locked on me as he strokes himself, smearing pre-cum over his shaft, hips bucking off the bed.
I need to touch him. I can’t hold off any longer. I shuffle closer and bend down to catch his lips with mine.
“I can’t believe I get to have you like this.”
“You talk a lot,” he says with a cheeky smile.
“You love it.”
“Yeah, I do,” he replies without hesitation.
“Ev?”
He lets out a contented hum.
“I want you to fuck me.”
I don’t let him stop the kiss when he hesitates. “Please.”
He flattens his legs on the bed and hooks his hands under my thighs, pulling them apart so I’m straddling him.
“You take control.”
My pulse quickens. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“I’ll show you.”
He reaches behind him and takes the lube from my drawer, squeezing some out on his hand. He slides it past my balls, finding my crack and sliding his fingers between my cheeks until he’s circling my hole.
No one has ever touched me here before. I’ve thought about it. Heard guys saying it feels good when their girlfriends do it, but I’ve never been brave enough to try. But I trust Evan, more than anything. I give myself over to it, to him. Let him do whatever he wants to me.
The tip of his index finger presses against my entrance.
“You sure about this?”
“Mm.” I nod. “I’ve heard how you moan when I fuck you. I wanna know what that feels like.”
He pushes his finger in about an inch and I start to press back on it.
His voice is so sexy when he speaks. “Want me to make you moan?”
“Mm.”
He presses his finger in deeper, the stretch turning into a burn.
I force myself to sit back on it. When he adds another I let out something between a moan and a yelp.
“Slow.” Evan warns. He comes up on his elbow and kisses me. Pausing with his fingers until I start wriggling on them. Pressing all the way to the knuckles and brushing against something inside me that feels so good, I let out another yelp. Evan grins.
“That feel good?”
“Fuck, what was that?”
“Your prostate.” He presses again, stroking and massaging in a way that makes me want to simultaneously tell him to stop and do it again.
I flop against him, exhausted already.
“I don’t think I’ll last with your cock in me.”
He laughs softly while planting kisses on my neck.
“I don’t think I should put my cock in you yet.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re not ready.”
“I am.”
“You’re not. You’re so tight, I’m gonna hurt you if I fuck you.”
“I don’t care.” I grasp the back of his head, pulling him in closer.
“I do. The first time I got fucked, it hurt. I don’t want that for you.”
My stomach drops. Thinking about him being used by other men. Men who never cared about him the way he deserves to be cared about. “Evan … ”
“Come ‘ere.”
He lies back, taking his fingers out of me, maneuvering me up the bed until my knees are planted on the pillow either side of his head.
“What are you … ”
“Like that.”
“What do you want me to … ”
Evan takes my cock in his mouth and starts sucking while he watches me.
My whole body shivers and I give in to it. The expression on his face softens, his wide eyes relaxing. I don’t move at first. He bobs his head up off the bed to suck me deep before pulling off.
“You can move. I’m gonna get a sore neck doing it like this.”
“Sorry.”
He smiles. “Just do what feels good, okay?”
I nod. “Okay.”
He rests his head back on the pillow and I move my hips until the head of my cock is brushing his lips.
He lifts his head up a little and then relaxes it again when I inch deeper into his mouth.
I take my time, being careful. Evan wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me in deeper, gripping my ass.