The bruises had mellowed out and the pills had subsided in the previous two weeks. Evan was beginning to feel like his usual self. He still flinched from time to time, but he wants to get back out at Vanoss. Wildcat has been frequenting the city while Vanoss was out of action, so Tyler has finally been able to brand himself. Evan has been reading the paper, seeing he has taken time off work to heal, and Wildcat's pig mask has been plastered on the front everyday.
Along with the warnings for Delirious.
Tyler reports to Evan everyday about the crimes he quelled, but he hasn't seen a sign of Delirious since the murders of the anchormen. Evan thought this meant he was planning something else big, but maybe he's trying to lay low.
Delirious is a well known serial killer in California, but the other states have different killers to worry about, but now that he has slaughtered two celebrities, his name is on the map. Vanoss is famously Delirious' rival, always there to limit his actions and help plot his next possible moves, so Evan was nervous to see that his alter ego has gathered a larger following. Fan pages were created at one extreme, and the opposite end called for his head for being a vigilante. Evan didn't want to dwell on the issue, as long as he stayed anonymous, it wasn't a problem.
A crash brought Evan out of his thoughts.
"Fuck!" Jon yelled, shielding his face as glass shards spread out across the kitchen floor. Jon raced out of the room to grab a dustpan. He quickly swept it up and brushed the remains into the bin. Evan stood up to see if Jon needed help. He put the dustpan back and grabbed out two more glasses.
"Sorry Evan, I was going to pour some wine for us," Jon apologised, grabbing a bottle from the fridge. Evan approached Jon slowly, admiring the way his torso twists and turns as he makes his moves. When Evan didn't reply, Jon swivelled around to look at him. Jon jumped at how close his boyfriend was, chest to chest, Evan's hands were anchored on the bench behind Jonathan, eliminating his escape. Evan eyed Jon with a smirk and a glint of passion.
"Woah, Evan are you ok?" Jon asked nervously, he never acted like this.
"Yeah Jon, I'm perfect," Evan murmured before capturing Jon's soft lips in a kiss. Jon kept a gasp back, and kissed Evan softly. He threaded his hands into Evan's hair as their kiss got more heated. It was hot and wet and perfect.
Evan's hands made their way down Jon's muscled back and cupped his ass firmly. Jon sighed and Evan hoisted Jon up and wrapped his legs around his waist, their lips never breaking contact. Jon began to kiss his way down Evan's jawline and neck and Evan carried Jon into his bedroom.
Evan laid Jon down and shut the door. He turned back to Jon and smirked, lust and love dancing in his gaze. Jon mirrored his expression, hands resting by his head, inviting Evan to join him.
"I've been waiting a long time for this moment, Jonathan," Evan said, walking back over to join his boyfriend. Evan swung his shirt over his head and discarded it on the floor. He joined Jon once more, attacking his lips and neck with a ferocity that made a pit deep below in Jon pool with heat.
"So have I," Jon murmured through heavy breaths. Evan gripped the hem of Jon's tight shirt and pulled it over Jon's head. He threw it on the floor next to his own shirt. Evan placed his hands on the sides of Jon's trim waist, fingers dancing lightly over the skin. He kissed his way down Jon's tan neck and torso. Jon threaded his fingers through Evan's dark hair again as Evan reached Jon's waistband.
Evan looked up at Jon, playing with the zipper on his pants. His eyes pleaded for permission, to which Jon nodded, biting his plump lower lip. Evan slipped Jon's pants off, leaving him in his boxers. Evan ran his right hand over the front of them, feeling Jon harden beneath him. He looked back up at Jon; he was propped up on his elbows, a light blush colouring his cheeks. Evan slid his fingers underneath the band and pulled them down. Evan took in the sight of Jonathan, feeling aroused himself.
Evan went to work on Jonathan, using his hands and his tongue to please him. The sounds Jon emitted were confirmations for Evan that he was doing the right thing. Jon was quietly moaning Evan's name, his eyes closed in pleasure. Evan felt something salty drip onto his tongue, so he pulled away from Jon. Jon whined at the loss of stimulation.
"Not yet Jon, we've barely started," Evan smirked. Evan unzipped his own jeans and threw them to the floor, he'll worry about cleaning them later. He took off his own boxers and placed himself in between Jon's toned legs. Evan was aching to feel Jon, but he needed to be prepped first.
Evan reached across Jon and grabbed some lube from his bedside drawer. He spread it across his fingers and slowly inserted one into Jon. Jon sharply inhaled and grasped Evan's forearms.
"Sh, it's ok, just relax," Evan cooed, pushing the finger in more. Once Evan was fully in Jon, he stilled waiting for Jonathan to get used to the sensation.
"M-move," Jon stuttered. Evan began pumping his finger, and was rewarded with breathy moans from Jonathan. Evan slowly slid in another finger and began spreading Jonathan. With every pump he grazed Jon's prostate; Jon bucked his hips with the sensations. Evan held his hips down with his other hand, eliminating Jon escape from the intense pleasure.
"Please Evan, I can't wait any longer," Jon sighed, head thrown back. Evan withdrew his fingers. He lubed himself and pressed his head against Jon's entrance, teasing him one final time.
"Stop it Evan, just keep going," Jon laughed a little. Evan smiled at Jon's expression and desire for him. He pushed himself in slowly, stretching Jon out even further. Evan began to thrust, slowly at first, trying not to overwhelm Jon.
"Faster," Jon moaned. Evan sped up his pace. Jon wrapped his legs around Evan's back, pulling him closer. Evan attacked Jon's neck, leaving red marks in his wake. Jon kept moaning, lightly digging his fingernails into Evan's back, exciting Evan even more than possible.
"Ah! Fuck, Evan, don't stop," Jon cried out, arching his back. Evan reached down between them and stroked Jon quickly, in time with his thrusting. He hit his prostate with every stoke, overwhelming Jonathan with pleasure, pushing him to the edge.
"Please Evan, don't stop I'm going to come," Jon moaned. Evan captured Jon's mouth in a kiss as Jon began to orgasm. He tightened around Evan, bringing Evan to his climax, deep inside Jon. They stayed united for a moment before Evan pulled out. Jon's chest rose and fell with his deep breaths.
Evan quickly got a towel to clean up the mess while Jon regained his composure. He stopped to admire his boyfriend lying in his bed. He looked so ethereal, face flushed and glowing. He looked like a god, and Evan couldn't help but think he was the luckiest man alive.