Evans #2
I want to tell him. I want to say the words but they’re lodged in my throat. He’s a dick for leaving me, but he’s an even bigger dick for making me feel like this. Confused and twisted up. But he’s my dick.
“I know.” There’s a flicker of something I don’t recognise in his eyes. Is he angry? Sad? I can’t read him.
“I hate you.” Lies.
“I’m sorry.”
I open my mouth to speak, but the out of tune singing finishes and I’m swarmed with hugs and well wishes, including a very gentle handshake from Percy. Fucker.
For dinner, Diane has made lasagna with garlic bread which is one of my favourite cheat meals and I’m only too happy to load up my plate with cheesy, tomatoey goodness.
Lyle brings out a few expensive bottles of red wine, and we all sit down together.
Hollie and Harlow had made me a birthday banner, drawing footballs all over it.
Leaning in, Hunter whispers, “I hope you enjoy the rest of your birthday, Benny.”
Nudging me with his shoulder, he gives me a small, shy smile before pouring me another glass of wine. Did this mean he was done avoiding me?
The food is delicious, the alcohol goes down easily and the company keeps me laughing until my side hurts. At some point my face actually started hurting.
After dinner and the twins have gone to bed, we make cocktails that Dianne calls a ‘Jock Collins’ and play a couple of rounds of a board game where you have to describe the thing without saying it. It’s messy, loud and perfect.
Is this what birthdays are supposed to be like?
Every time I looked up tonight, Hunter was there. Pouring me another drink. Stealing bites of my cake. Kicking my chair when I got too competitive. Teasing me every time I missed an obvious card in the game. It was almost like this morning never happened, like I was still his best friend.
It isn’t until it’s time to walk back up to the cabin that I realise I may have drank a little too much. The floor seems a little unsteady and I weave as I try to follow the trail of lights back home. The taste of lemon lingers on my lips as I breathe in the fresh evening air.
“Come on, birthday boy, let’s get you to bed,” he wraps an arm around my waist, propping me up with a chuckle.
I turn and look at him, blinking.
I must look like an owl right now. The thought makes me giggle as I lean into this warmth. He’s so hot. Not hot hot, although he is that, but heat hot.
Scrubbing his face he sighs, “Your bed. Well, the sofa. You know what I mean.”
Burying my face in his neck I inhale, instantly feeling better. This is what I needed all day while I was trapped in my own head. When he was here with me, it was like everything made sense. Everything was quiet.
“I don’t want to go to bed yet,” I pout, tugging him along as the cabin comes into sight. “Let’s go and sit in the spring!”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea…” Hunter starts, but it’s too late because I’m already inside the cabin, discarding items of clothing, one by one on my adventure to the back door.
By the time I make it out onto the porch, I only have my boxers and my phone.
I hear him grab drinks from the fridge, and follow me out.
Sinking into the refreshing water, I sigh. This was perfect, and as he climbed in beside me, I realised this was what I wanted all day.
I hated the space between us, the silence filled with unspoken words and heavy doubts. Hated that he’d left to be with Percy.
Leaning behind him, he grabs something and hands it to me. I’m expecting a beer and weed, but it’s neither. It’s a bottle of water.
“Fun police.”
“I’m stopping either of us from doing something we’d regret.”
“What—?” I screw my face up, what does he mean by that? Before I can ask him, he’s pushing the bottle into my hands, forcing me to take it.
“Drink up, Benny.”
“Fine,” I grumble, struggling with the cap through my drunken co-ordination. I finish it in three long gulps, handing it back to him with a smug grin, but he hands me another bottle.
“This one too.”
I raise a brow, as I take it and drink half the contents. “There’s going to be more water in my stomach than this spring if you carry on.”
“Thank me in the morning when you haven’t got a red wine hangover.” He nudges me with a wink, practically giving me whiplash as he adds, “Oh, and knock when you come in this time.”
It’s like a scab, and part of me wants to pick at it. Peel it back until everything is raw, exposed and there is nowhere left to hide. We needed to talk about this morning…but not now. Not like this.
We stay like that a while, slowly sobering up, enjoying the late night water until his phone rings. I see Percy’s name flash up on caller ID and it’s like ice running through my veins. Why is he calling so late? Is Hunter going to go inside the cabin to talk to him? He can’t leave.
Tonight is mine.
He is mine.
As Hunter answers with a cautious ‘hello?’I grab my own phone and fire off a text to Bell. I don’t know who else to talk to about this, and Bell never judges me. Well, a little when I’m saying dumb shit, but not in a mean way.
Evans: It’s my birthday. How cn he be on the phone to Percy rn?
They reply almost instantly. I’ve learned that Bell has insomniac periods, where they don’t sleep very much and pretty much just survive on sugar.
Bell: Okay…I’m gna need more than that
Bell: And HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Y didn’t you say smth?
Evans: He’s mine
Bell: Who?
Bell: Percy? Who *is* Percy?
Bell: Ur a hot jock, just go and get ur man. What’s stopping you?
Evans: I’m gonna jerk his dick
Bell: What? Dude…
Bell: Have you been drinking? Who’s dick? Percy or Hunter?
Bell: Evans?!
Bell: Hello?!!!!!
Bell: Fuck
The edges of my sanity are hazy, the whiskey from the Jock Collins making my inhibitions melt away.
Hunter was here with me.
He was under my skin and inside my head. My best friend, the person who made me feel things I’d never felt before.
That’s it. That’s the answer. Percy could have him, on the phone at least. But physically…he was mine and there wasn’t anything Percy could do about it.
Hunter freezes when I move through the water, bringing our bodies closer before I slot myself onto his lap.
“Sorry, just give me a sec,” He says down the line, moving the phone away from his mouth slightly. He doesn’t push me away, as he tilts his head at me. “Dude, you good?”
“Yep,” I grin, grabbing onto the stone behind him, leaning in to scent his neck. The feel of his slick skin against mine is addictive, my whiskey soaked brain obsessed with the slide between us as I press against his chest and run a hand up his arm.
Home.
Shifting to get comfortable since I’m bigger than Hunter, I realise that he’s hard. His thick cock is pressed against my ass as I lean back a little and the corner of my mouth pulls up into a smirk.
“Behave,” he warns with a glare before returning to his call. “That sounds good, we can meet in the morning if you like?”
Grinding over the length of his cock, I roll my hips slowly, testing out how it feels. I try to mimic what I’d seen Sadie do over the years, thinking about what felt good for me as I do the same to Hunter.
“Yeah. No. That seems like a good—urgh,” His hand snaps to my hip and he tries to hold me in place but I thrust my hips again, “ —plan.”
My cock rubs against his stomach, the ridges of his muscles feel insane as I hump him, pressing my body tighter against his.
Mine. Mine. Mine. Home.
“You’re too cute,” he praises and a low growl escapes my lips as I bite down on the curve between his neck and shoulder.
Those words should be mine.
I hump against him harder, drawing panted breaths from both of us. It’s not enough. I want to feel him, I want that water glide on our dicks. Scootching back a little, I push my hand into his soaked boxers and grab his cock. Freeing mine, I shift back closer and take us both in my hands.
Cautiously, I tug on his piercing, flicking the metal lightly with my thumb while he groans quietly, biting down on his knuckles. Mine.
“Benny…” he hisses, phone still glued to his ear. His hand leaves my hip to grab my hair. Fisting it, he yanks my head back, pressing his face against my neck. “I’m so fucking obsessed with you.”
His mouth moves against my skin, over my scent glands but that damn phone is still in his hands. Those words belong to someone else.
Using my hands, I jerk us both, keeping the pressure tight. Just enough to drive us both wild, but not enough to make us come yet. Because that was the end goal. I was going to make him come so hard he’d forget all about perfect Percy, and his phone could wash away downstream.
Hunter Ashbourne was mine.