Nervous?

Jonathan rubbed at his face as he looked in the mirror. Nervous didn't even begin to describe what he felt. His face seemed thin. Was he too thin? Had he lost weight? He poked his stomach and arms, still feeling the muscle beneath and he shook his head at himself. No, he was still the same, but he couldn't help but feel like he was going to walk out the front door with something wrong with him.

Either his hair was going to be sticking up in places or he'd have something on his face or his briefs would be sticking out of his jeans. He took a deep breath and thought that his black button up wasn't a good idea. What if one of the buttons popped off and took one of Evan's eyes out? It felt too tight all of a sudden.

"Holy. Fucking. Fuuuck." He whined and tossed his head back.

"You're being way too dramatic." Luke peered into his room and leaned against the doorway. "You look really hot and nothing is gonna go wrong."

"Yeah, but -"

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Your shirt is too long for your underwear to show, your hair is fine, there's nothing on your pretty face, and your shirt fits you just right. I repeat, nothing is gonna go wrong." Luke grinned at him.

"That still weirds me out, you know." Jonathan said and broke into a smile. "Mind Freak. What am I thinking about now?"

Luke squinted at him, "You're thinking about how much more you like Evan's pecks than you like boobs."

"Hey, boobs are cool. But, yeah. Evan's pecks are spectacular and firm. Holy shit they're firm and -" Jonathan cut himself off, glaring at his best friend. "Stop it."

"What?" Luke held his hands up innocently and giggled as he backed himself down the hall. "I'm not doing anything."

"You know exactly what you're doing. Trying to make me flustered about him, which for your information, I already am. I don't need to be hot and bothered over him too before I even meet him for dinner." Jonathan pointed an accusing finger at the man.

"Alright, alright. I'll stop talking about him." Luke crossed his arms and leaned against the kitchen counter when they made their way into the room. "His ass seems pretty nice, too."

"Luke!"

Evan was running his hands through his hair while he paced his hotel room, sitting down on the edge of the bed only to stand back up moments later. He kept checking his phone, checking the time, checking to make sure he put on deodorant.

He snapped his fingers against his hands restlessly as the time slowly ticked by. It was only four o'clock, they weren't meeting for another two hours. Something clicked in his head and he was walking out of the lobby and hailing a cab before he could talk himself out of it.

Jonathan was sitting on the edge of his bed twiddling his thumbs, staring at the hockey mask hanging on his wall where Luke had returned it. It was strange how such a small thing could mean so much. How it could hide someone from the world yet give them an image at the same time. Everyone saw him as that YouTuber in blue that wears the hockey mask and that's who he became. It wasn't intentional, but it ended up that way. He couldn't say he regretted it, everyone needed a signature. Just like Evan was the owl. It fit.

His thoughts wandered for over an hour as he laid back on his blankets and stared at the ceiling like he always did, but it felt different now. He wasn't sad about anything, he wasn't upset. He was just waiting for the time to go by a little faster so he could see the one person that never failed to be front and center in his mind.

He still couldn't believe that Evan had followed him home and apologized. If anything, Jonathan though he was still the one at fault for lying to him in the first place. But Evan had meant it, he could see it in his eyes, how soft and kind they were and how nervous he seemed standing there in the shop.

Jonathan grinned at the ceiling, feeling good, feeling better than he had in months. He sat up and strained his ears when he heard something.

There was a knock at his front door.

Evan was standing there like he'd never done it before, nervous as hell, and when the door opened to reveal a man in a tight short sleeve black button up, looking way to sexy for his own good with his earrings and his tattoos, he bit his tongue. The colors were popping out against the deep black of his clothes. His eyes were shining along with the smile that he wore on his face as he stood there and said, "Hi."

All Evan could do was gawk and say, "Wow . . ."

Jonathan flushed slightly and gave a small shy laugh. Evan recovered, feeling like an idiot and he shook his head, "I'm sorry. Hi, is definitely what I meant to say."

He laughed at himself and shoved his hands in his pockets. Jonathan crossed his arms and pursed his lips. "What are you doing here? We're not supposed to meet for another hour. Not that I'm complaining."

Evan shrugged, "I was just listening to what some guy told me a few months ago."

"And what was that?"

Evan took a small step forward and stared into his friend's eyes, "He said I should just show up on your doorstep one day and see what you thought about it."

Jonathan broke into another smile and he couldn't stop the warmth growing in his chest. Evan was bringing up those three days in Boston and it gave him hope that he wanted to repeat it just as much as he did. "I think . . . you should come inside instead of standing out here like a complete dork."

"I agree." Evan brushed past him, intentionally letting their faces come close to each other. Jonathan shut the door behind them, curling his fingers into fists when he caught Evan's smell. So familiar and something he never forgot.

"So." He turned and held him arms out. "This is my house. My humble abode."

"Your secret nerd lair." Evan chuckled. He'd never let Delirious live that down, not since the day he referred to his house as that one drunk night over Skype. They looked at each other and the silence was comfortable and Jonathan was having one of those moments.

"This doesn't feel real." He said quietly, a small grin playing his lips and Evan nodded.

"I know. I'm standing in your living room. Never thought I'd actually be here."

"I would've invited you over one day . . . maybe." Jonathan said and rolled his eyes when Evan raised a brow at him. "Okay, probably not."

"I know." Evan laughed. "I know you."

Something passed between them and they both pushed it down, fighting whatever feeling it was trying to pull them together so hard and so fast.

"So." Jonathan cleared his throat. "Let me show you around."

Evan nodded and followed him around his roomy house, first getting eyes on his bedroom that was filled with little figurines and cardboard cutouts of characters. Posters of movies lined his bedroom wall and his monitors were set up in the corner of the room atop a large desk.

"This is really cool." Evan eyed his things on the shelves in the room. From Batman to tiny Battle Block statues, Jonathan had it all. "I only have a few things here and there in my house. I always wanted to collect things, I just never took the time."

"Well, this stuff just stacked up over the years. Birthday presents, Christmas gifts from family. Troy gets me the newest version of the Joker figurine every year and Luke just finds the most off the wall things he can get his hands on." Jonathan walked to his dresser and opened a little box, looking back at him. "All the things you've given to me, I keep in here."

Evan walked over and glanced into it and it looked like their friendship condensed down into a box. All the things that made them . . . them, were there in the form of corny cards and keychains and really bad puns. They were things Evan always found himself looking for when he went anywhere, shopping, out with family, California. Things that always caught his eye and reminded him of Delirious and their inside jokes. He'd stuff them in an envelope and mail it off to him. Evan lived for the text he'd receive or the Skype call that always came days later, either full of smiley faces or Jonathan laughing about it while they played. Jonathan sent him stupid stuff in return, like they were childish penpals. Evan loved it. He loved seeing the sender names that Delirious came up with each time.

Names like: Buzz FightMe, Assface McGhee, Jose Rico, Your Mom's Side Chick, and Bae.

Evan knew what he wanted to say but he couldn't find the will to make it come out. He just swallowed and met Jonathan eyes and the man nodded with a knowing grin before leading him out of the room and through the rest of his house until they were standing on his back porch. He had a ground level pool, a shed, and to Evan's amusement a swing set.

Jonathan nudged him, "Don't laugh. I love to swing."

"I'm not laughing, you dork." Evan nudged him back. "You know I love it, too."

"Yeah. Helps you chill out."

Evan nodded. "Just like you."

Jonathan chewed at his lip as he watched the swings sway slightly with the wind. The trees in the distance were moving back and forth in a slow dance and he could smell the rain in the air as dark grey clouds started to show over the tree line. He could feel the breeze cooling off and Evan's eyes on him and he wanted nothing more than to just turn into them, into him, and give into that fucking outrageous urge to lose himself in that scent and the pure fever that Evan radiated. He was like the sun washing over him after a swim and he moved away from him reluctantly, looking back to say, "Come on, let's go ahead and eat. I'm starving."

Evan trailed after him, hands in his pockets, biceps looking delicious as ever in his white shirt. "Lead the way."

"Stop stealing my pepperonis!" Jonathan slapped Evan's hand for the third time when he tried to stealthily sneak the meat from his pizza. Jonathan squinted at him as evilly as he could while he watched Evan slip the thin slice into his mouth, licking the tips of his fingers and giving him a wink. Jonathan couldn't help but break into a laugh that Evan joined him in.

"I'm sorry. I'll stop." Evan wiped his hands on his napkin and went back to eating his own food.

"No, it's okay. I was just kidding, you know that." Jonathan picked two more pepperonis from his pizza and put them on Evan's. "You can have whatever you want. You know I'll never say no."

"I know." Evan smirked. "Why is that?"

"What?"

"How come you never say no?"

Jonathan wiped his mouth and looked off at the wall, sighing, thinking about the answer and it just kind of let itself out. "It's like I said before. You're my favorite and I have so much fun with you and I can't help but follow you. You're just so hard to say no to. So, if you wanted to walk off a cliff I'd more than likely be right behind you. As usual. Plus I like you. A lot." Jonathan giggled more to himself than anything. "That probably has everything to do with it."

Evan was smiling and he didn't realize how much he'd needed this. This person sitting across from him sipping at his drink while his head moved absentmindedly to the beat of the music playing around them in the small pizzeria. Jonathan was the one thing he'd always wanted and he'd been there the entire time, he just didn't know it. Evan wanted to laugh at himself for how long it took him to figure it all out.

"So, anything I want, huh?" Evan asked as they walked down the cobblestone sidewalk side by side.

"Anything."

Evan didn't hesitate and slipped his hand into Jonathan's, lacing their fingers like they had that night in the bed as they talked. He shook the warmth down and grinned when Jonathan glanced down at their hands before looking up at him. He smiled and pulled Evan along, leading them wherever he wanted as the breeze whipped around them, thunder rolling in the distance.

"Hands down best ice cream you'll ever have." Jonathan pulled him into a tiny hole in the wall ice cream parlor where a bunch of older women were behind the counter. "It's not really ice cream, it's frozen custard so it's thicker. But maaaaan, it's just . . . I can't explain the foodgasm it'll give you."

"Okay then, shuch up and let's get some." Evan said, pressing a hand over Jonathan's mouth. They walked to the counter and the ladies smiled sweetly at them.

"I haven't seen you before, handsome." An older woman whose hair was turning white winked at Evan. He laughed and felt Jonathan's hand on his waist.

"Ms. Lisa, this is Evan. Evan, Ms. Lisa. She's totally cool, her daughter is the one who did this flower tattoo." Jonathan held out his arm and showed him his flower that he remembered quite well. It's what had triggered the realization at E3, the one that had told him who Jonathan was.

"You want the regular, honey?" She asked Jonathan and he nodded.

"Yes ma'am and get him a peanut butter." He pointed to him and Evan was filling up again with that feeling. The one that made him want to scream and hug and kiss him all at the same time just because he knew what fucking flavor he liked the most without having to ask. And he was right, the foodgasm was indescribable when the custard hit his tongue. The peanut butter filled his senses and it was like nothing he'd ever had before and they found themselves sitting on the side of a fountain in a small park just a short walk from where they had parked earlier.

"This place is really pretty."

Jonathan shrugged and looked around at the tall crape myrtle trees that were in full bloom, the pink and white blossoms coming loose with the wind and raining down on them with soft petals. "It is, but it's small. You can't ride into town without everybody you've ever known blowing their horn at you or hollering. It's nice I guess."

Evan hummed in agreement as he savored the last bites of his ice cream. The thunder was growing louder and sky was completely clouded over now and he knew this was Jonathan's kind of weather. It was his own kind of weather and when the bottom dropped out of the cloud above them they started running, laughing, until Jonathan gave up and walked instead.

Evan looked back with his arms out. "What are you waiting for?"

"Nothing. Don't you know that you don't get as wet if you just walk?"

Evan laughed, "Says who?"

Jonathan finally caught up with him. "Says Mythbusters." He grinned and slipped his hand back into Evan's.

Evan leaned into him, "You know, we should really stop meeting like this."

Jonathan glanced over at him and then up into the sky, flinching at the rain hitting his face. He knew what Evan meant, they should stop meeting in the pouring rain. He laughed and the way Evan was watching him had his laughter fading into a faint hum and he felt himself leaning closer. But he stopped himself when Evan's hands came to rest on his waist.

Jonathan shook his head. "Shouldn't kiss on the first date."

He said those words and sure as hell didn't mean them, but he was trying his best to hold back. He knew Evan was too and that had him wanting it even more. Jonathan mouth was watering against his will and they were so close, Evan's hand slipped to the hollow of his back and pulled him closer.

"Shouldn't . . ." Evan said but his eyes were glued to his lips and he wasn't listening to himself and he was still leaning in when a bright flash of lightening struck above them, the thunder booming in their chests.

"Shit! Okay, let's go!" Jonathan and pulled Evan along behind him to the Jeep that was waiting for them all warm and dry. The ride back was relatively quiet and neither of them wanted to mention the fact that they had almost kissed in the rain or note just how quickly they felt the need to. As Jonathan was driving him back to his hotel he blurted out, "Why don't you just come stay at my house?"

"You sure about that? I mean, I got the hotel for a week." Evan said uncertainly like he didn't think staying with him was a good idea. Sure, he wanted to, but he didn't want things to move faster than they already were.

"Yeah, I'm sure. That way you're not spending unnecessary money on cabs and stuff. I know how expensive hotels can get. Unless you don't want to, then I totally understand."

Evan smiled, "No, it's sounds great. Just uh, let me get my things and check out, alright?"

"Alright." Jonathan put the car in park when he drove up in front of the hotel. He watched Evan run inside out of the rain and disappear into the elevator. Then he got out in the rain and ran inside to the front desk with a sly grin on his face.

"Hi." He greeted the lady behind the counter. "I'd like to pay for a room, please. Last name, Fong."

"Why?!" Evan asked again, flustered as they drove back to Jonathan's house in the pouring rain that was making the road nearly invisible in front of them. It was coming down hard.

"Because, now you'll feel obligated to buy me dinner again. Or cook me something." He shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant about the ordeal, trying not to smile like an idiot.

"You are such a sneaky little bastard."

"I try." He laughed.

"Oh my god, you got the last season of Parks & Rec? I've been wanting to watch it again so bad." Evan came running back down the hallway in some of Jonathan's pajama pants and a Basically t-shirt, fumbling with the box of discs clutched tight to his chest. "You don't understand how much this show means to me, man. Can we watch it?"

Jonathan stared up at him from his sofa and let his head rest on his hand. He was honestly the most adorable person he'd ever laid eyes on, the way he stood there with such hope in his brown eyes like a child wanting to open a Christmas present a day early. Evan smiled down at him, "Please?"

"Anything you want."

"Yes!" Evan shoved his arms in the air, triumphant, treating the box in his hand like Simba from the Lion King, holding it high above head before scuttling over to the tv and slipping the first disc in. The music played and Evan sank onto the couch beside him with a outrageously happy look on his face and it lasted for the rest of the night. They went through two bowls of popcorn and an entire bar of chocolate and Jonathan found himself with his head resting on Evan's lap, his long legs stretched out along the sofa. He really didn't want the show to end because he smiled every time Evan laughed so hard he couldn't breath. It shook him to his core and it filled him with such a sense of comfort and his chest felt full.

It was two and half hours later and he was almost falling asleep to the fingers that were running lazily through his hair as he lay there. It was nice, having someone there, someone that knew his deepest darkest thoughts and what colors he saw when he closed his eyes and why he cried sometimes when he was alone.

"Delirious."

"Hm?"

"Let's go to bed."

"M'kay." He said, but he didn't move. Not until Evan was standing and pulling him to his feet, guiding him down the hallway to his bedroom. Jonathan fell to his sheets like a sack of potatoes and Evan threw a blanket over him before retreating to the door. He looked back one more time and said, "Goodnight."

He grinned when he didn't get a response, so he closed the door with a gentle click and walked across the hall to the guest bedroom where he stared at the ceiling for another hour before he finally fell asleep.

Jonathan woke to the smell of bacon and the sound of the music and it was the best feeling in the world. It reminded him of being young and waking up on the weekends to good food and the local radio show. He slid out of the bed and ran his hands through his bed head and shuffled his feet down the hall where he heard a pretty voice singing out of tune to the music. When he rounded the corner to the kitchen the sight before him was one that he wanted to keep forever.

Evan was shirtless and the grey pajama pants were hanging loose around his tan hips. Jonathan snapped a mental image and was quickly reminded of other images that were burned into his brain. The one of him sliding to the end of that hotel bed and slipping his fingers beneath the fabric of Evan's briefs, pulling them down and taking him in his mou-

"Good morning." Evan said, pulling him from his thoughts. He glanced back at him for a moment with a sweet smile before turning back to scrambling eggs.

"Smells amazing in here." Jonathan stretched and gave a yawn as he sat down at the bar, letting his eyes wander again over that smooth delicate skin that had him biting at the inside of his cheek.

"Consider this me returning the favor for you paying for my hotel." Evan caught his eye. "Again."

Jonathan tapped his finger against the counter and grinned. "Okay.

Evan dumped the food on to two plates and poured them both some cold orange juice before he took a seat beside him.

"Thank you, kind sir." Jonathan bumped him with his elbow.

"Don't mention it, beautiful." Evan said and laughed when Jonathan almost choked on his drink.

They played Mario Kart on his old Nintendo 64 until their friendship was at stake. Then they agreed to swimming to cool off their rage.

"Seriously, though. Monopoly and Mario Kart are the two games that test how strong friendships are. You either help each other out for the sake of beating the others or you stab each other in the back. It's kind of sick if you think about it." Evan giggled as they swam circles around each other in the pool. He was wearing an old pair of Luke's swim shorts that he'd left at Jonathan's. They had palm trees on them and it didn't surprise him one bit.

"Nah, Goldeneye is the true test of friendship." Jonathan countered and threw a leaf out of the pool. "I legit lost a friend over that game when I was six years old. His name was Parker and he still gives me a funny look when I see him around."

Evan laughed harder than he wanted to, "That's so sad. I'm sorry."

Jonathan propped himself up on a float. "Don't be. I never was the kind of person to keep friends. Once they realized how weird I was they just kind of let themselves out."

Evan looked sympathetic at first but then he swam up to him and grinned against the float. "I swear we're the same person."

Jonathan snorted, "I feel really really bad for you then."

"Shut up. You know what I mean." Evan said and let his fingers trace over the tattoo on Jonathan's shoulder, the one he had let his tongue roam over at some point. His mind somehow neglecting to remember until right then, lighting an inconvenient fire inside of him. He hoisted his upper half on to the float beside him and they relaxed in the water, the sun nearly putting them to sleep with the breeze and the sounds of distant wind chimes. Evan opened his eyes again and Jonathan's skin was dry, the water gone and he let his lips wander too close and he was pressing his mouth to the soft skin of his shoulder. His nose brushed against him and he pulled away only to let his wet fingers leave trails across his back.

Jonathan turned his head and opened his drowsy eyes and in the sun they were unreal, like how the water was blue. So blue and he stopped himself from staring by slipping down into the pool again, but Jonathan was right behind him beneath the water following him to the shallow end. Evan watched him surface and felt a sudden sharp ache in his gut, the urge to touch his fair skin littered with tattoos and colors that he'd wanted to ask about since the first time he saw them.

"Come on." Jonathan said and walked straight past him and up the steps out of the pool, his shorts clinging to his legs. He shook his hair and made his way to his two-swing swing set and got comfortable while Evan put himself into the to swing beside him. They were facing the woods in the distance and the wind was blowing them dry as they started to swing, picking up speed. It was calming, the weightless feeling of rushing forward and falling back. No sounds but the air travelling past their ears and each other's occasional laugh.

Evan looked over at him swinging, looking peaceful and perfect, and there was a question on the tip of his tongue. Jonathan's phone rang from the back porch and he watched him jump from his swing and jog over to it. The question would have to wait.

Jonathan answered, "Sup broski?"

"Not much, wienershnitzel." Troy said in greeting. "Listen, I want you and your super fine dude to come down to the shop whenever you're done doing what you're doing. I got something I want to show you."

"Sure. As long as it's not another one of your brilliant ideas like the time you attached a leaf blower to your skateboard."

Troy laughed, "No, no. Nothing like that. That was so awesome though, until I almost ran over that cat and ended up with glass in my elbow. Yeah. Anyway! Just come down here, dude."

"Okay, we'll be over in a bit." Jonathan hung up and he heard Evan behind him. He turned to find him closer than he expected, tan skin exposed for miles and he really just wanted to touch. He curled his fingers in so he wouldn't.

"Where we going?" Evan asked, leaning against the wood railing.

"Troy wants us to come down to the shop. Are you down with that?"

He nodded, "Yeah, sounds good. Wanna head over now?"

"May as well. He'll just keep pestering me if we don't." Jonathan said with a laugh and they went inside to change into actual clothes before loading up in his Jeep and heading back into town.

The shop doors were rolled down when Jonathan pulled into the lot and he had a feeling Troy had planned something stupid or horribly embarrassing. "Let's get this over with."

Evan fell into step beside him, slipping his hand into his, catching the smile lighting Jonathan's face. "So, is that normal?"

"What?" Jonathan looked over at him, "Me suspecting that's he's got the entire shop filled with heart balloons and has himself dressed as a candy gram and is going to sing as soon as we step inside to make it look like I'm the one who set it all up? Yes, that's totally normal and definitely something he would do. So I apologize in advance for whatever happens."

Evan laughed, "Apology accepted."

He followed Jonathan through the front door and they stopped when they saw Troy and Luke standing there with suspicious smiles on their faces. Jonathan went to speak, but Troy held up a finger and walked to the driver door of Jonathan's Mustang and stuck his head in. He turned the key in the ignition and the engine roared to life. Evan watched the look on Jonathan's face go from confused to complete disbelief. It was adorable and he stood to the side, smiling, while Jonathan threw himself around Luke who laughed and hugged him like a best friend should.

"I can't believe you idiots did this." He mumbled against his shoulder before he pulled back and let Troy wrap him in a hug and lift him off his feet.

"We just thought you deserved something nice. I know you've been dealing with some things, but you're still one of my best friends and I just want you be happy." Troy put him down on his feet. "So I called Luke yesterday and he came over, called in a few of his buddies, had some parts rushed over and we stayed up all night fixing your baby up. She runs like she's brand new. All we gotta do now is prime her and paint her."

Luke clapped a hand on his shoulder, "Figured you'd want to take her for her first spin. Maybe show Evan some of Carolina's back roads?"

Jonathan grinned and looked back at Evan, the question sitting firmly on his tongue but he didn't need to ask. Evan smiled and gave him a short nod of approval and Jonathan took a deep breath. The feeling he got every time he looked at him was building and it was only getting worse. He could feel pent up words on his mind and he needed to say them and he always talked better when he was looking out at the road. He could ramble that way and not feel like there were eyes on him, judging. It was now or never, so he thanked his friends one more time and hopped in the driver's seat. Evan settled next to him and they pulled out onto the road and drove.

The disillusion was swept away when Jonathan smelled the old exhaust fill his nose. The wind slithered between his fingers as he let his arm hang from the window and he was taken back to the times when it was his grandfather sitting behind the wheel instead, telling him stories, smoking on a cigarette.

He loosened his grip on the wheel and relaxed and he said it at the same time Evan did, "Can we talk about it?"

They laughed and Jonathan nodded, "Yeah, I know we were supposed to be starting over and everything. But it's been on my mind every day since it happened and I think we should talk about it, rather then act like it didn't happen. Because I know we're both biting our tongues."

Evan pulled a leg up in his seat, "You have no idea."

"I think I do." Jonathan glanced at him, catching that dark gleam to his eyes and he recognized it from the way he'd looked down on him that night. Hovering above him like a god and he could still feel his legs tingling. He turned his eyes back to the road, feeling words making their way out. "So . . . I have never been one to just up and go somewhere that I've never been before. I mean, I'm outgoing. I like to do things spur of the moment but that's just at home and around town. You know, a place I know and people I know. But with Boston, I talked myself into that and I was surprised I didn't talk myself out just as fast. I usually do. I can't tell you how many times I told myself to just suck it up and go to the cons with you guys. I've lost count. It's stupid and I don't regret going to Boston because I got to meet you, I got to know you and I didn't have to give up who I was. And figuring out that you found me interesting and you thought I was different . . . that meant everything to me. Because I've had this thing for you for . . . I dunno. Years, I guess and I've always wanted to meet you. Just you because you've always understood me. You understand my stupid side, my slurred speak, and my perversion. Nobody else does and I've always held that close, I cherish that."

He paused and looked out at the trees as they passed by, going down an empty road that stretched out ahead of them for miles, "You mean everything to me, Evan. I can't express that enough. I can't tell you how good you are and how you made me feel those three days. The way you spoke about me, Delirious, not knowing you were talking to him. The way you looked at me, the way you smiled. The way you kissed me. The way you had me against the fucking wall . . . shit."

Jonathan's words trailed off with his thoughts and Evan laughed beside him, "Best sex I've ever had. You were so loud and that made it a million times hotter. Seriously, Jonathan, I can't explain how any times I couldn't sleep because of you."

"I'm sorry." He saw the old abandoned water tower in the distance that he used to climb with Luke after school and took an old dirt road off the highway to get to it. The sun was dropping lower in the sky as he lead the car through the twists and turns and under the low hanging branches of the woods. "The last thing I wanted was to hurt you. I just didn't know how to deal with it. I usually don't know how to deal with anything pertaining to relationships which is why I've hardly ever had any."

He pulled the car over near the water tower and Evan was eyeing it through the windshield. "Can we climb that?"

Jonathan smiled and let himself out. "Come on."

Evan followed him to the old metal ladder and looked at him, unsure. "Is this still stable or am I going to die today?"

"It's fine, trust me. I still come out here every now and then and it's still as secure as the day it was built." Jonathan reassured him and he started to climb the high tower. This was the only place where heights didn't bother him because he felt so at ease with the world when he could see the it displayed in every direction around him. He reached the top and held his hand out for Evan, pulling him up.

Evan looked around as they sat high above the tree tops. He could see Greensboro's buildings far off in the distance and the clouds were painting themselves orange, fading into pink, then purple as the sun fell. It was beautiful and Jonathan was pulling him down with him and they sat with their feet dangling over the edge, their arms resting on the railing in front of them.

"This is nice."

"Mm." Jonathan hummed his agreement and he watched as Evan moved his arm over closer to his. Jonathan extended his fingers and Evan ran the tips of his own over his hand. It kind of tickled but it was sweet.

"I . . ." Evan started but stopped as he looked out at the horizon, the sun had left and the sky was darkening even faster. "You said you meant every word."

Jonathan leaned against him, "I did. I still do."

Evan kept his eyes on the clouds, "I wish I'd known it was you, that my best friend a thousand miles away was the guy that I dreamed about night and day. You were amazing. You are amazing and I really don't want any of this to end."

"It doesn't have to." Jonathan turned his head and rested his chin on Evan's shoulder. He stared at the side of his pretty face as he went through something in his mind. "What is it?"

Evan gave a light laugh and swallowed. "I just wish I'd known that I was in love you these past few months. But when I think about it, I think I already was. Before all of this. Before Boston. You're just . . ."

Jonathan grabbed his face and turned it before he placed a careful kiss on his lips. Evan sighed into it and shifted until he was facing him and cupping his jaw, pulling him as close as he could get without consuming him. It was everything he remembered and it was everything he'd ever need. Jonathan tilted his head, opened his mouth, inviting him in and Evan let his tongue fill him. The kiss was heated, on the verge of desperate and then fingers were tangling in hair and gasps rang out into the empty air around them.

Evan hands were about to find their way up his shirt but Jonathan stopped him and pulled away with a grin. His lips were wet, red, and swollen and Evan wanted to take him right then and there. He didn't care if they were on top of a water tower in the middle of nowhere.

"Let's get down." Jonathan suggested breathlessly.

"Why?" Evan asked and kissed at his jaw, loving the way he sighed.

"Because if you keep it up I'm going to start shaking and then I won't be able to climb down." Jonathan giggled. "Have you ever tried to climb something with weak legs?"

"No."

"It's impossible." He sucked in a breath when Evan bit down lightly on his collar bone. "Please, Evan."

"Alright." Evan said and placed a quick wet kiss on his lips before he stood and pulled him to his feet. Evan went first, so if Jonathan fell he had a chance of stopping him. But he didn't fall, he made it safely down and Evan had him up against the Mustang in a matter of seconds of his feet hitting the ground. His mouth was on his, licking his lips open and Jonathan was trying to open the car door but failing so Evan did it for him. He pushed the passenger seat forward.

Evan let his hand slide beneath Jonathan's shirt, lifting it up and above his head and Evan made quick work of his own clothes. Their socks and shoes and jeans were in a pile on the trunk of the car while they slipped into the back seat where the night swallowed them whole and there was nothing but the chirping of the crickets as testimony to the revelations happening in the classic car parked in the woods.

Jonathan was in Evan's lap tilting his head up to kiss him better. Evan was pulling his hips down, rolling his own against him. The air was hot and muggy and Evan's hands felt clammy against Jonathan's skin as he pushed at his briefs until he took the hint a pulled them off himself. Evan lifted his ass and Jonathan pulled his boxers down his toned legs, settling between them. He locked eyes with Evan before he let his lips close over his cock, wetting him with a practiced tongue, watching the man's head fall back against the leather. Evan threaded his fingers through Jonathan's hair, gently rocking his hips up in motion with the smooth bobbing of his head but pulled him off when it started feeling too good and wiped the spit from his lips.

"Get up here." He said, his voice strained and needy.

Jonathan crawled into his lap, standing on his knees as Evan wet his fingers and gazed up at him. Jonathan's nails found flesh beneath them when Evan worked his fingers in slow until Jonathan was shaking above him. Evan pressed kisses against his stomach and when he was on his third finger he took them back, hands settling on Jonathan's waist. He lowered himself down, lining up with Evan, mouth hanging open against Evan's forehead as he fought past the initial burn.

He gently started moving, working him self down onto him until he was past the pain and fully seated in his lap. He let out the breath he'd been holding and Evan pulled him in, kissing him languidly, his tongue distracting him from the uncomfortable slide as he rolled his hips. He kissed him dry until Jonathan's body adjusted to him again and his cock was gliding hard against the muscles of his belly. They worked in tandem, thrusting when the other pulled away, getting smoother each time. It was more than either could stand and Evan was clawing at his back, slamming him down and Jonathan was a moaning mess, sweat beading against the tattoo on his chest. It glistened and Evan felt it each time he hit the right spot. Jonathan let out the prettiest noise when he did.

Evan could sense it coming, tingling at the tip of his fingers and toes so he slowed his hips and pushed Jonathan down harder instead, pulling him up just as slow, torturing himself until Jonathan took himself in his hand. Evan thrust into him as hard as his body would allow and started to lose it when Jonathan let out a disturbingly beautiful broken sound as he came between them.

"Shit . . . holy shit . . . god, Evan." He shook with his eyes closed tight. Evan couldn't hold it off any more, so he picked up his pace until he felt his thighs going weak with the pleasure that was pooling in between his thighs. It hit him and he sucked in a breath, letting out a moan that made Jonathan dig his fingers into him and ride him through it.

"Fuck . . . Jonathan." Evan felt like he was hyperventilating, but Jonathan took his face in his hands and stroked his cheek, ran his fingers through his hair and Evan said it. He looked him in his blue eyes, the ones he'd memorized over three short days. "I love you."

He saw the white of Jonathan smile in the dark car before he said, "I love you, too."

Jonathan felt the laugh crawl up and out of his throat and the absurdity of the entire situation made it even worse to the point where Evan was rolling in laughter with him. But they were okay with it, okay with the fact that they had just fucked for the second time in the back seat of Jonathan's car in the middle of the woods. Evan wouldn't change it for anything. He wouldn't trade Jonathan's fingers tracing lines up his neck as he drove them home, not for anything.

And as they lay curled up in his blue blankets after another round, Evan thought it was pretty hilarious how it took a big lie, a lot of alcohol, and a decent amount of time spent staring at their respective ceilings to get them to this point.

He was smiling about it while he touched Jonathan's pale face, touching the pout of his lip until he opened his eyes and asked him, "What?"

"Nothing." Evan muttered and pressed a kiss into the palm of his hand. "I just want you know that this isn't just about the amazing sex we're having, or all the great sex we will have in the future. This is about me and you and how I think we should've been together a long time ago and how sorry I am and I how much I love you."

Jonathan broke into a smile that lit up the dim room, until he laughed. "No, it's totally about the sex. Don't lie."

"I would never." Evan grinned and bit at his lip. "I'm serious."

"I know." Jonathan let his hand travel lower past Evan's belly button, smirking.

Evan kissed at his face and moved closer. "It's going to be nice waking up knowing you'll still be here."

"Wow, way to ruin the moment." Jonathan said and Evan laughed so loud it probably woke the neighbors.

"So." Jonathan said when he woke to the light coming in through the window. "Have I been rocking your socks off these past few days?"

Evan wrapped his limbs around him and said sleepily, "My socks have been so rocked that I don't even know where they are anymore."

"You can just wear mine."

"Yesss. I want the Captain America ones. You know, the ones that come up to your knees."

"Fine." Jonathan giggled and pulled the cover around them tighter and he was about to fall asleep again when he heard his Skype going off on his computer. He sighed and threw the covers back and slid into his chair before he answered the call.

"Heyyyy, man. How's it going?" Tyler asked and Jonathan shook his head with a smile when the other guys joined the call.

"What's up?!" Lui waved and Nogla poked his head up from behind him. Craig was wiggling his eyebrows and Marcel was laughing. Brock and Brian were just sitting back enjoying the show.

"It's going good. What do you bitches want?" Jonathan said and ruffled up his filthy bed head.

"Just wanted to know how everything went." Tyler shrugged. "Is Evan there?"

Before Jonathan could speak he saw Evan's hand shoot up in the air behind him on camera, "Yes, I am here."

Craig squinted, "Delirious . . . are you naked?"

Jonathan looked down and back up with a sly grin, "It's a very big possibility."

They all laughed and Marcel raised his voice, "Evan is he naked?!"

Evan lifted his head so they could see him, "He's naked."

"Are you naked?"

"One hundred percent." Evan laughed when they groaned and made gross gestures that they didn't mean.

"Well, we didn't mean to interrupt anything. Just wanted to check up on you guys and see how you were doing." Tyler smiled.

"We appreciated it. Thanks for being there for us, for me. I love you guys." Jonathan put his hand over his heart and the boys mimicked him and said their goodbyes for the day.

"You losers take care, we'll holla at yo gay asses later."

"Bye." Jonathan closed the call with a smile and turned to find Evan sitting up in the bed waiting for him with an adorable sleepy look on his face. He walked over and fell against him back into the soft sheets and noisy springs and he'd be okay if they never got out of the bed.

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