Chapter Thirteen
Jesse waved to Brandon from the front porch as his brother coasted toward the gates.
When Brandon passed through, Jesse turned inside, shut the one front door, and leaned back against it smiling at Evan, who was closing the gates from the security keypad by the door while watching the small monitor screen so as to open the second gates for Brandon.
“Thanks for letting him come over,” Jesse said.
“I could tell when we finished lunch that he wanted to spend more time with you. And I don’t want you to thank me. While you’re staying with me, I want you to look at my house as your house. If you want Brandon to come visit, then invite him whenever you want.”
“You might regret that. We’re used to hanging out together whenever we can.
Even though our schedules would conflict with how I had to work during the day and he had his rehearsals and theatre stuff, on top of his performance nights and my gigs, we always made time for each other, and if we couldn’t get together, we called each other every day just to see what was going on. ”
Evan finished at the keypad and faced him. “You guys really are close.”
“He’s always been there for me. When I would get in trouble and our dad would go on one of his rampages, Brandon always stood up to him to get the heat off me.
He’s my best friend, even more so than Kenny.
” Jesse chuckled. “We might bicker a lot and call each other names, but it’s how we show our love. ”
Evan lowered his gaze. It had been years since there’d been anyone in his life he could count as a best friend.
The closest was his former guitarist, Jerry Jeffries, or JJ as everyone called him, and when he’d been making albums they were pretty close, but since he quit performing he had only seen JJ twice, called him a handful of times, and sent a few letters.
The only person who he considered a true best friend had been his father.
“Ev?”
Evan raised his eyes to Jesse’s questioning face and summoned a smile for him. “The last thing I want is to come between you two. Is he seeing anyone right now?”
Jesse’s countenance deepened from questioning to concerned. “Not anyone serious. Is everything okay? Just now, you looked kinda sad.”
“Sad?” Evan said in a doubtful voice with a forced chuckle. “Well, I am out a brand new Escalade. Wouldn’t that make you sad?”
Jesse averted his gaze, his voice came soft.
“But, you’ve gotten that look before, and it makes me feel like there are things you’re thinking or feeling you don’t want to talk about.
I guess I can understand since we haven’t known each other that long, and everyone has things they’d rather keep to themselves, but,” he brought his eyes back to Evan’s, “I know I feel safe telling you everything about myself and I want you to feel the same way. I’d never betray anything you confided in me. I swear it on my life and music.”
Evan opened his mouth to speak, then closed it without a word. He dropped his gaze from Jesse’s, blinking rapidly a few times, and shifted his stance backward, then forward again, looking as though he wanted to flee but not knowing how.
Jesse mentally chastised himself for making him uncomfortable, and yet at the same time, felt a little bit of triumph at touching something in Evan that made it difficult for him to maintain his cool front.
Evan took a deep breath, and Jesse saw he had managed to gather some of his controlled demeanor back, but still seemed shaken, and there was a soft desperation in his eyes that made Evan appear almost fragile.
Evan moved close to him and braced one hand on the door beside Jesse’s head.
He placed his other under Jesse’s chin and brushed his thumb along his slender jaw.
“I know I can trust you. If I didn’t believe that I could, I never would’ve brought you here.
I would’ve screwed you in my hotel room the first night I saw you, then I would’ve been gone before you woke up.
But I felt something when I saw you, and for the first time in a very long time, I wanted to be able to believe in someone.
When I finally talked to you, I could sense your honesty, and you’ve shown me nothing but sincerity since that night.
You don’t know how much it means to me to find someone who is truly genuine with me.
Almost everyone who has ever been in my life has been nothing but greedy fools wearing fake smiles and showing kindness to me because they wanted a piece of my success. ”
Evan’s words spiraled through Jesse’s mind. He couldn’t think of a response until he muttered without thinking, “What do I need your success for when I’m more than capable of gaining my own?”
Before he could close his eyes or tip his lips up to him, Evan’s mouth closed over his in an intense kiss.
Evan pulled him away from the door, spun him toward the stairs, and pressed him back without taking his lips away.
Jesse walked backward, his eyes closed. Something in his response had struck Evan.
The thought passed through his mind that he should stop Evan’s abrupt passion, he should keep him talking, but he decided against it.
If this was where Evan’s emotions wanted to be, then he would follow them.
When Evan halted them both, he assumed they must be near the stairs, and broke the kiss to see he was right.
He turned to climb them, and Evan walked behind him, his hands on Jesse’s hips.
Jesse looked over his shoulder, grinning with mischief. “I’ll race you to the bed. If you can catch me, I’ll let you do whatever you want to me for the rest of the day and night.”
Before Evan could respond, Jesse sprang up three steps in one leap.
As he landed, he launched into a sprint up the rest of the flight.
Evan dashed after him. Jesse reached the top of the stairs and raced toward the bedroom.
With each stride, he heard Evan closing in on him.
He veered into the bedroom, seeing the bed only a few strides away, then felt Evan’s hands on his waist.
Evan clasped him tightly, forcing him to stop, and trapped him in his arms. “It appears I win.”
Jesse laughed between quick breaths, “I guess it does. So what are you going to do with your victory?”
Evan released him and pushed him hard, knocking him forward onto the bed.
Jesse flipped from his stomach to his back, sliding fully onto the bed as Evan brought his body over him.
Evan pressed his mouth to his, diving his tongue deep inside, and worked his hips against him.
A short, high groan sounded in Jesse’s throat.
The friction of their clothes between them made it feel as if they were chaffing his sensitive cock.
He realized the chase brought Evan’s passion to a fiercer level and stored the trick into his permanent memory.
Evan lifted himself up and grabbed the bottom of Jesse’s shirt.
Jesse wiggled beneath him to aid in getting it off.
Evan flung the shirt away and pulled his own over his head.
He came back down on Jesse, bringing the bare skin of their chests together.
Jesse exhaled a soft groan, his hands moved over the smooth skin of Evan’s back.
Evan drifted lower on him, his lips devoting attention to every inch of Jesse’s skin, causing Jesse to lose himself in the feel of his explorative tongue.
Evan tugged Jesse’s button and zipper loose, his hand dove into his boxers and pulled Jesse’s cock free as his lips reached his chest and he covered one nipple with his mouth.
Jesse moaned and writhed, weaving his fingers in Evan’s hair.
The beautiful sounds Jesse made heightened Evan’s pleasure.
He wanted to evoke more of those noises from him.
He pressed Jesse’s cock to his own abdomen.
Jesse gasped loud, and Evan grinned at his reaction.
He pushed off the bed and dragged Jesse’s jeans and boxers off his legs.
He removed Jesse’s socks, then shed his own clothes.
Jesse held both arms up to him. Evan climbed onto the bed to lay in his embrace.
Jesse’s mouth opened for Evan’s tongue before their lips touched.
After a few long moments, Evan withdrew from Jesse’s lips and crawled half off him to reach the lube on the nightstand. He picked it up, shook it, and sighed. “I forgot we killed this the other day, but I’ve got more in the bathroom.”
“I know. I saw your stash under the sink when I was looking for the toothbrush. You’ve got like a year’s supply down there.”
“More like a couple weeks with the way we’ve been going at it.” Evan stepped into the bathroom to get the lube. He headed back to the bedroom, halting in the doorway at the sight before him.
Jesse lay sprawled across the bed on his back, his eyes closed, his head turned to the side, his black hair framing the fair skin of his face.
He had one leg cocked up, the other spread wide to the side.
His left arm was tossed behind his head, his right hand worked in slow strokes up and down his erection.
Evan found himself unable to move or speak, capable of only taking in Jesse’s slender body. His heart tightened as the thought passed through his mind of how Jesse’s was the kind of exquisite beauty that inspired artists to create masterpieces.
Jesse opened his indigo eyes, a sensual smile graced his lips. He propped himself up on one elbow and beckoned Evan to him with his index finger. “I’m all yours. Do whatever you want to me.”
Evan didn’t think it was physically possible for him to get harder, but Jesse’s words made it painfully so.
He marched across the bedroom and jumped onto the bed, forcing Jesse down to his back once again as he met him in a kiss, only to draw back so he could slather his fingers in lube.
He lifted Jesse’s right leg to rest on his shoulder, and when he found his lips again, he pushed his middle finger inside him.