Chapter 6
Chapter six
Evan
Evan's classes barely held his attention, barely interested him, but that was nothing unusual. The few classes that he did need to pass were easy for him, and he had enough of a natural affinity for academia that he didn't need to take rigorous notes in order to do well.
Especially not when his mind was fully elsewhere.
The girl that he and James had cornered in the hallway of the economics building...she had haunted him every minute since the encounter. The way her dark eyes had widened at his mild taunting, the way her dark hair shone unnaturally bright and healthy under the fluorescent lights of the building...
Something about her called to him. And it wasn't just the curves of her full breasts and hips that practically begged for his touch. Something inside of her sparked something inside of him, a protective instinct, an urge to wrap her up and make sure that no harm came to her.
But Evan couldn't devote too much of his thought to her. Not when James was...off.
He and James shared two classes in the afternoon on Mondays and Wednesdays, and the entire time they had been together, James had been more stoic than usual.
He barely took notes – notable, given that he was normally incredibly particular about his academics – and he had spent the entire second half of their Roman history course staring at the wall, not even holding a pen to put up the pretense of paying attention.
It was unusual, and Evan couldn't help the trickle of worry that settled in his stomach.
He itched to reach out and touch James' thigh, to pull his attention and make sure that he was alright, but he wouldn't do that out in public.
Not when they didn't know if any other students or professors had been paid off by his dad to keep an eye on him.
When the last class of the day ended, though, and James remained seated even after most of the other classmates and the professor had already vacated, the trickle of worry turned into real concern. "James?" he asked quietly.
"Hmm?" James didn't even look at him, and Evan furrowed his brow as he stood up, grasping James' shoulder firmly and dragging him along with.
"Come on. We need to talk."
Evan didn't look behind to make sure that James was following as he made his way out of the classroom.
He could feel his friend's warmth against his back, and it only took a moment of searching before Evan found a door that opened into an empty, somewhat dusty supply closet.
He jerked his head at James, who was looking at him with mild suspicion, despite the fact that his eyes were still somewhat far. "In."
A hint of irritation flared in James' eyes. "I'm not a dog, Ev. You can't order me around and expect me to heel."
Evan leaned close to him, glancing up and down the hallway before focusing on James again. "Either come in here and talk to me, or I'll drag you in."
James' eyes flared with annoyance again at the hint of steel in Evan's voice, and when he stepped into the closet and Evan closed the door behind them, locking it for good measure, he folded his arms and glared. "What?"
The defensiveness of his posture did nothing to deter Evan, who quickly crossed the space and wrapped his hand around the back of James' neck. He squeezed, and when he spoke his voice was a low growl, tense. "What's wrong with you?"
James' nostrils flared, and his fingers dug into his arm. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Evan pulled him closer, their chests almost touching as he searched James' gaze. There was something...something deeper there, that James wasn't talking about. That he didn't want to talk about.
But Evan knew his friend better, and frowned. "You've been distracted all day. You barely took any notes in your classes. You've hardly said two words to me since..." He frowned deeper, the pieces suddenly clicking together. "The girl. You've been thinking about her. Just as much as I have."
A spark of something flashed through James' eyes, and he averted his gaze, pulling away from Evan's grip on his neck. "I don't know what you're talking about, and I'm not talking to you about this. I have a lot on my mind, it isn't a fucking crime, Ev."
Evan blocked him when he tried to step to the side and leave, and a shove to his shoulder pushed James back against the wall.
Aggression heated his gaze, and one of James’ hands curled into a fist. He threw a punch before Evan could prepare himself, and Evan barely managed to duck out of the way of the swing before James shoved him away again.
His slate eyes were burning with annoyance and that same spark of something, and Evan couldn’t stop himself from growling low in his chest as he ducked another punch before shoving James back against the wall again.
Before James could mount another offensive, Evan pressed close again, his hand wrapping around the column of James' neck this time and squeezing firmly to get his attention, speaking low and harshly. "I won’t let you avoid this. This is more than you just being distracted, James..."
The moment their bodies collided, the hard lengths of their cocks rubbed together and anything that Evan had been intending to say evaporated as his attention immediately zeroed in on the erection that he had been ignoring all afternoon.
James let out a low groan, and his hips thrust up against Evan as his entire body suddenly relaxed, the fight going out of him, and his head dropped back against the wall.
"Fuck...you’re so...has it been...all day.
..?" Evan could suddenly barely think, his fingers squeezing James' neck harder.
The soft sound of assent that James made caused Evan's cock to twitch, straining for release against the unforgiving denim of his jeans.
Evan leaned close, their lips brushing together. "Because of her?"
James groaned softly, and instead of responding he closed the gap between them, crushing their lips together in a vicious kiss. It was all teeth and tongue, and Evan growled as he pushed James tighter against the wall by his neck, careful not to put too much pressure on his windpipe.
"Ev," James breathed, their cocks rubbing together maddeningly through their jeans as he bit viciously at Evan's jaw.
Evan knew there would be a purpling mark there later, but he didn't care.
He shoved his free hand between them, grinning at the groan that James let out when Evan gripped him through his jeans.
"Why her?" Evan pressed a kiss to the corner of James' mouth, almost tender even as his fingers flexed around James' throat.
James groaned softly, shaking his head. His eyes were dark with desperation and want when his eyelids fluttered open, and his hips jerked against Evan's touch. "Ev..."
"Shh. I'll take care of you." Evan deftly undid James's jeans with one hand even as he furrowed his brow. There was an energy crackling between them that had never been there before, the sensation of something missing. Words unsaid. A presence that they needed.
"Just talk," Evan finally murmured. He smirked a little as he wrapped his hand around James' cock, giving the stiff length a slow, even stroke. "Don't lie to me."
James shook his head again, teeth sinking into his lower lip as his cock wept in Evan's hand. It was new, the way that he was desperately trying to keep his thoughts to himself.
It only made Evan want to take him apart more. Especially since he knew what the problem was.
He leaned forward, pressing his lips to James' ear as he gripped his cock punishingly. "I've been thinking about her too."
James didn't respond, other than to gasp. His cock leaked more, and Evan groaned softly as James' hand snuck down to press against Evan's length. He was by no means a passive lover, even when he submitted, and Evan growled softly into his ear as he jerked his hand more harshly.
"She was gorgeous, wasn't she? And she couldn't look away from you. From us." He bit at James' neck, marking him gently. The fact that she was intrigued by them was no surprise; lots of girls saw the two of them together and fell all over themselves to bring attention to themselves. It was cute.
This girl, though...she had been openly hostile in a way that had surprised Evan. She had fire, despite the attraction that Evan could see sparking in her eyes.
And not just to him. Her reaction to James had been just as visceral, if not more so.
James whimpered as cock jerked in Evan's grip, and he tightened his hold on Evan's cock as he gritted out, "Ev...please, don't tease..."
Evan chuckled. James had given in easier than he usually did when he was so distracted, and the power of having him under Evan's thumb was heady. "Want me to fuck you?"
James had barely nodded before Evan released him, turning him around so that his chest was pressed against the wall and Evan could shove his pants the rest of the way down. His ass cheeks clenched in anticipation of Evan's touch, and Evan smacked one sharply with a low, "Relax. Be a good boy."
James groaned, and he relaxed as Evan sucked two fingers into his mouth, coating them with spit. It was going to be rough and dirty, but it was what James needed.
"Arch a little. There you go." Evan sunk his finger knuckle deep in James' tight hole without ceremony, pressing a kiss to his neck at the hiss he let out. "Relax. So fucking tight..."
He fingered James nice and slow as he relaxed, his fingertips brushing up against the swollen nub of his prostate every time they sank home in his tight channel.
James' cock was hard and weeping, ignored, but James didn't move his hands away from the wall where they had landed at Evan's rough handling.
It made Evan's cock twitch, but the thread of concern was still there as well. This girl...she had gotten under James' skin. He was only ever so compliant when his head was all twisted up in something or someone out of his control.
"There you go..." Evan reached around and wrapped his free hand around James' cock as he continued fingering him, and James moaned shamelessly.
Then he spoke, the words so quiet that Evan almost missed them. "I...I wanted her, Ev."
Evan didn't respond for a moment, instead pulling his fingers free and undoing his pants.
He groaned softly as his cock sprang free, then spat on his shaft and stroked himself to coat his cock.
"It's going to be rough," he warned James, his voice low and soft as he positioned his cock at his loosened entrance.
James whimpered again, his hips jerking against Evan's tight grip on his cock. "Please..."
Evan bit into James' shoulder as he pushed in, the way rough and almost too dry and absolutely fucking perfect. He groaned, then started stroking James' cock in time with hard, sharp thrusts as he pressed his lips against James' ear. "Why did you want her, James?"
James gasped as Evan bottomed out inside of him, clenching hard as he shook his head. His cock was slick with his precome leaking out over Evan's hand as he stroked him, and Evan groaned softly as James clamped down around his cock. "Fuck..."
Still, he wasn't letting the issue lie. It was there between the two of them like a mist, this new sensation, this new...feeling. That something was missing. That she was missing.
"Tell me." Evan snapped his hips hard, fucking up against James' prostate with each thrust as he shook and tried not to whine. "Why. Did. You. Want. Her."
James's head fell back against Evan's shoulder as his hands relaxed, tension draining out of his body as he gave over to Evan.
It was always what he did; held onto his tension and his control and his desperate need to be in charge.
..until he couldn't anymore. Until he gave over to Evan and what his body needed in the moment, and just let himself feel.
"She...I don't know..." James groaned softly as Evan swiped his thumb over the head of his cock, and Evan hummed encouragingly, ignoring the way his cock was already throbbing with the need for release in the tight clutch of James’ ass. This wasn't over, not yet.
Not until James gave him everything.
"She just...she was there, and the way that she looked at you...the way she looked at me..." James shook his head, his voice breaking a little. His cock swelled in Evan's hand, and Evan knew that he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer.
He pressed a kiss to James' neck, slowing his thrusts a little, dragging it out. "Keep talking."
"I...don't know." James growled softly, the first hint of Alpha since Evan had dragged him into the closet, and the shot of pheromones raised Evan's hackles too.
"It feels...she feels..." He paused to gasp as Evan's cock dragged against his prostate again, and Evan tightened his grip on James' cock.
When James spoke again, it was a whisper of desperation. "She feels like...mine."
Evan groaned at the admission, unable to keep going slow.
It put into words what he was feeling too, that nebulous, unsure feeling of possession that didn't make any fucking sense, and he immediately picked up the pace, fucking into James hard and fast and biting the join of his neck and shoulder as he mumbled, "And mine. Fuck, ours. Christ..."
"Gonna come," James gasped, his cock twitching in Evan's hand.
Evan knew that he couldn't stop him, and chuckled darkly. "Come for me, pet," he crooned softly. His voice shook with his own restrained orgasm, and the moment that he felt James' cock twitch and spurt with the first dredges of his orgasm, he let go.
They groaned together, Evan wrapping his hand over James' mouth to stop more shameless sounds from spilling out, to keep them from getting caught.
It took everything inside of him not to whisper sweet nothings in James' ear, to comfort him for the deep confusion that he was feeling. That Evan was feeling too.
But it wasn't the time for that, and Evan rested his head against James' shoulder as his cock softened and then slipped out of his tight channel.
"We have to be careful, James," he said quietly.
He released James' mouth and planted his hand on the wall beside his head, forcing himself to breathe evenly.
"She...we don't know her. Your dad...we don't know who he has eyes on. She could be dangerous."
James nodded, the truth of the statement dampening the glow of their mutual orgasms with reality. He didn't respond, didn't say the words that Evan already knew were true.
The girl was dangerous. Very. But not for any of the very reasonable, rational reasons that Evan listed. For a reason that was far more terrifying.