Disclaimer: X-Men Evolution does not belong to me. You would know if it did, as it would be nothing but half an hour of butt smexing.
A/N: It's... not angst. It doesn't even start out with angst, either. It's kinda limey, actually O.o .ff has corrupted me, lol
Pietro's hands are gripping Evan's biceps and his hips are grinding into Evan's. His face is buried into the crook of Evan's neck and Evan can feel his slightly parted lips against his skin, hear his breath coming in short gasps and low moans in his ear.
His vision is blurred around the edges with lust, a hazy white obscuring his sight, and it's senses overload and he can feel his orgasm coming, but then, suddenly it's gone with a gust of wind and Evan finds himself stumbling against the locker room wall Pietro was leaning on a second ago.
The tile is too cool against his hands and Evan lets his arms drop to his side, turning around. Pietro is staring at him, eyes clouded over and wide, chest heaving, and resting on the forest green lockers.
After a minute, he grins and says, "Not till the third date."
Evan laughs and smiles back at him.
"Pick you up at seven?"